In The Middle Of The Street

-was it Tuesday? Or maybe the ghost of it-

Either way, I was halfway across the asphalt

When your name hit the back of my teeth

Like I’d just bitten into something bitter

And familiar.

It wasn’t the way you left

(Because you didn’t)

But how the sky looked bored of holding weather,

And how my shoelace was untied again,

And how I wanted to call you

Just to say:

I get it now.

The way silence doesn’t mean

You don’t have something to say.

A bus passed. A crow laughed.

I didn’t stop walking.

But my shadow did-

Long enough

To ask

If maybe

This ache had a forwarding address.