six months ago,
you grabbed my hand,
you pulled me in,
you spread your hands across my thighs,
and you smiled.
“we should move downtown”
“together?”
“yeah”
I’ve always wanted to live downtown.
I want to live with you.
Now you want me
to live downtown with you.

four months ago,
you gave me back my keys.
we never moved downtown.
I haven’t seen you since.

today
I moved downtown,
to a different downtown
a million million miles away.
I wonder if you’ve moved.
I wonder who you’ll say that to next.