And you’ll rot
In some
Dead end town
At some
Dead end job
With an okay house
Maybe you’ll have “things”

And I’ll forget you
I’ll forget everything about you
And your
Little life
with your
Little family
I’ll have my own
Big life
There won’t be space for
You.

I don’t trust you
Not as far as I can
Throw you
Which wouldn’t be far
On a account of your being
6”3
and my being
5”4
But I miss you
I miss your arms
And the way you scooped me up
I miss you longer than the longest
Days or nights
Every poem is about
Missing
You

So it goes
The same song
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
In my head

I forget it
I forget you
White noise

I stared at my phone today,
Thinking I might call you,
But I never did
I’m too scared

Hear ye
Hear ye
Two sham marriages
Instead of one happy one

It’s sunday
I still miss you
I keep waiting for it
To go away

And in the end
We will both do
What we need to
To keep our families together  
Never letting our lives
Intertwine again
But oh my soul,
Baby,
Never again will I
Feel so whole