Indifference

There will always be time
to scribble a few lines
about you
there will be time to
wonder about you and you and you
and to think about you and you and you and...

I miss you, already. You are not gone
from my life. But when we speak, we
are different people. We have different
concerns.

I do not see myself burning in your concerns, anymore. I
do not see you lying sleepless at nights, when I say
I want to quit my job. I go for morning walks and come back
empty handed; when I tell you about them, I hear your mental shrug.

You and I are not the same.

I still face my sunsets with a bravado born of
knowing that it does not matter if I am right or wrong, that most
people do not know. That you will not call me an hour after sunset
is an added burden I will carry. I can do it. I have lived on after lost loves, before.

Tomorrow, we will not make love before I go to work,
we will not
hold each other before you go to sleep, we will
sit and stare through our windows, watching the rain
and drinking coffee or whiskey. In the night there will be no moon,
only clouds.
But we will survive. Both you and me.

This will pass.