untitled
I’m coming out of a house party
You’re inexplicably working security
At a club that will close in a month
I order myself to stop recognizing you
And for a second I think maybe it isn’t you
I used to think I saw you all the time
Nope. There is it. An imperceptible pulse along your jaw
That would probably go unnoticed by someone else
So, it’s you.
This is how it goes :
You can’t imagine someone leaving your life until you can’t imagine how they became a part of it in the first place.
This is how it goes.
4 thoughts on "untitled"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
I love the end of this poem….so true!
When the stranger becomes the familiar, such thoughts can happen.
“This is how it goes”
Indeed, it is. I love the reflective quality, here.
?