Why did he teach me to believe 
you never go back on your word?
Others are not so kind, or
their word is so heavy 
that their fragile arms cannot support
it for longer than a few hours. 
A few hours may even be generous.
I doubt I stayed in your mind
longer than a few minutes 
after you drove home, promising 
not to cry and to focus on the road. 
Who were your tears for? Surely
not for me, because if you missed 
me, you would take initiative. No,
I know the tears were only 
for the death of a routine. You
couldn’t reach out after leaving,
because after all, I cease to exist
when you’re not looking at me, right?