August 26, 2014


When I call,
my rings go unanswered.
I know you like
being alone,
having perfected 
your own way
of ignoring the phone.
Just like you never
hear my knock
on your door, 
leave messages 
forever unopened,
you've become good
at pretending
you're not there,
until I've grown used 
to your absence,
knowing no matter
where you are,
you're not with me.
Even when I sip
your drink
from the untouched cup,
you're not where
you said you'd be.