Untitled No. 9

I really hate the way

that the words

"I miss you" can

roll so easily off

your delicate tongue.

As if I haven't spent countless

hours in my mind

retracing where things went

wrong and playing connect

the dots trying to understand

why you say those three words

and then fail to act upon them.

As if I haven't wasted time

thinking about if you miss me

or my body and wondering if

maybe things would have been

different if I hadn't been so

trustworthy in the arms of

a complete stranger.

But why do I care?

You were just some boy who

never learned my last name.

(M.S.)