265/365: Alone From Each Other
So many times I have to sit down
and write out all the words
about that time we sat in a tree,
and I said
Remember how we were?
and you said No.
Just like that, so simply: No.
There was that quiet then,
the kind that tells you how alone your are from each other,
and then we were done.
You dropped out of the tree,
your neck showing red,
leaving me alone to leave on my own,
and we never spoke again, not really,
except to lift our palms to motion hello
like acquaintances passing in streets.