I think it's time I stop pretending you didn't break my heart.

It's a shame

The universe has swallowed you back up. You are desaparecidos. You live a handful of blocks from me and yet you've never felt farther away.

I'm still here, like I said I would be. I desperately miss my friend and I wonder why it has to be this way. Come find me again.

I don't know anything. Not for sure, but I can guess.

I guess that you are keeping your distance on purpose.

Either you didn't mean anything you said, and are staying away for that reason.

Or even worse, you meant everything. And you can't stand to see me because you know the damage you've done to someone you love.

A friend told me a story once, about a girl he worked with but didn't like. She had given notice, and on her last shift she casually leaned over and whispered to him: I hope I never see you again.

Someday I might see you around, and I might sidle up to whisper: You were never my friend.

oh new york

I love the way that sometimes

you remind me

gently

you could still snap me in two

at any moment.

oh.

I fall in love all over again.

On the third day after I left for Paris, I had a dream about you.

We were standing on the boardwalk in Coney Island. The sun was setting and you turned to walk away, your arm slung around J's waist in that casual-confident style of yours. You weren't just walking with her, though. She was pulling on you; dragging you away. S was pulling me away in the other direction.
We turned to look at each other. No emotion on our faces. Just staring and staring, neither of us able to look away.

You are a prince on the ocean

It smells like winter. It looks like winter. It is September.