A year later
and you send me a message
"you've changed me for the better,
thank you for being so kind."

I can't reply back
even after everything has cooled down
I've thought it over a million times
pondered over how I could say goodbye

Even if I can't say it to you
I'll feel it from here
I'm sorry I couldn't say thanks
because you've changed me for the better too

Who is the audience of our thoughts
when flooded by speech?

Who is the audience of our words
threaded through the needle of interpretation
sewn into a poem of subjection
when we all have something to say?

You can keep him
him and inconsistency
him and his unthoughtfulness
him and confusion
him and contradictions

you are made for each other
he can keep you
you and your suspicious communication
you and your close relationship with his best friend
you and the way you left him talking
you and your floral prom dress
you and his matching tie

you were the best year of his life,
weren't you?
"at least we don't hate each other," he thinks
oh, but doesn't he know
how clever you can be.

Like clockwork
couples go through seasons
truth and foolishness
adaptation and distress
Talking stage
to situationship
to dating

to not.
Fall, Winter
Spring, Summer
Warm kisses
Cold shoulders and tears
Forever and ever
turned into never