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

after all.

My heart is glad you’re back, if

only for a little while.

The End

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