Things we think and never say.
Are you going against his kiss?
After sundown, you and I described bliss
in each other’s arms. If I don’t miss
the train anymore
and merely wander the shore
content to sit near wading birds—
a quieter bliss—
they may say I have renounced all this.
In some ways I did. I needed more details from you.
I wasn’t going to not know.
Nice that you never asked.
A love tortured by gaslighting and ghosting.
I hope you’re cooking and entertaining.
Keep hosting.
I’ll be wandering the shore,
then home to my music and poetry,
not missing anything anymore.