you're probably with your family today
I think you had a baby a week ago
I can see you  
grilling and face-tired.

it's a different life
we don't talk about
never routines or
the mundane
why do you need to?

I am not real
and you may not love me
like I've woven mine for you.

we owe each other nothing,  
have our softness to lose
you, with your life on a scroll
the way you need it to.

I will never be a factor
not a friend at a party
not your kid's teacher
not someone from church
not across the street

you will wake up every day
aged and flat.
and I will wake up
and breathe.