An eon ago
I thought I knew you.

We shared heart and breath,
touch and laughter.

I told you my pains,
heard your meaningless response.

I just wanted you to understand,
I silently begged -don't do this to me.

Now I avoid your gaze,
and drop the conversation when you won't reply.

I don't push too hard,
I give you the space I never needed.

You drop out suddenly,
vanish completely.

I think it's been five months,
but what's it matter?

It's been six months and eighteen days.
I don't know you anymore.

And I never want to.