If I was in love,
with being loved,
breaths that covet the tang of your own
standing in stadiums, feeling alone
(waxing poetic, Sappho for the straight girl)
I would not love you, appositive.
For I do not miss hearing,
(I was always too close for believing)
but the rhythmic lap of my own words
(I love you, appositive)
Effortless, slipping from my heart
like a hollow ship on an airy sea
to Ithaka (you) from Ilion (me).

When he says "Hello."
And my computer let's me know
that he's yet to forget who I am
although
he has forgotten that I loved him -

I feel nothing.

My love for you is not the kind in movies.

I have no chronic hurt when you are away

there is no ebbing at injustices, no silent blazing flame in my spirit.

I am marked with no letter, you are not inked to my heart.

But i wish you the moon on the blackest of nights

I wish you the sun on the coldest of days

and I wish you thoughts of me when you feel you are alone.