Today I am
the bird
that sits on the branch
and laughs.


matter is relative I am loved as if lostmatter is relative by `YouInventedMe
and maybe only if
now I'm waiting on the anger
this distance has determined
the far away slow fade of friendship
not unusual
just not mutual
how quickly you slipped from my grasp
and I from your memory
(remember me?)
after everything I've done
dear
I wonder
were you ever really there?
but my only answers are
unreturned words
worries wasted
and a phone forgetting the sounds you make
then again
I suppose those are
evidence enough
for the both of us
