I used to think the space between us
That I had a monopoly.
That we were about quality not quantity.
And then I found my photo in your things.
That box that you abandoned here last Spring.
You weren’t looking at me when I called.
You weren’t looking at me at all.
I used to believe you were part of me.
Homogeny. And honestly,
My heart stopped when you lied to me.
But though I tried to close the distance, in your eyes
I saw indifference. And it hurts. I want to hide.
Distant Memories is a response to MiracleGirlBlog‘s writing prompt assignment, Week 4 – to use “distance” and “photo” in a poem. Check out her site to see some of the entries from past weeks. Thanks, Miracle – you are so generous!