i dreamt of you last night
of your name lighting up the screen of my phone
of us chatting again, talking
as if we're friends
as if nothing happened

i would say that it was as if thing were normal
but that isn't normal for us.
or now is it?

normal for us is,
avoiding
ignoring
questioning
imploring
it's ambiguity and tentativeness
it is stubbornness
and resentment
and bottled feelings
and empty explanations
and hurt pride

normal for us is silence
and things are back to normal