It’s cold. But I’m in California. So cold is 40 degrees. I’m wearing gloves. It makes typing hard.
Yes, of course,
don’t go hoarse
telling me about how
you used to like me but now
you’ve given up entirely
on ever dating me.
I’m glad there was no crossed line.
Though now I puzzle over things you said and did during your “I’ve given up time”.
Like, sending me a recording of you singing a love song.
Or sending me messages all night long.
I suppose I totally misread those communications.
They meant nothing at all in relation
to you and me,
you and I,
if you believe it, then I guess I’ll let it fly.