Friends/lovers drift with the tide.
We had something, lover, and now
you’ve tiptoed on cat feet
back into where I live. No, there can’t ever be what once was,
but the gist is the same. Your eyes are the same
and so are mine.
I’m sorry I forgot you but you were
so far away and so happy without me that it
felt indecent to remember.
All of your letters are enveloped in the white paper
you wrote them on and I noticed our handwriting
is almost identical; I suppose
you were not really shoved out of my mind
My heart is glad you’re back, if
only for a little while.