Life appears to be beautiful when viewed on a scale model.

You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections