I dreamt of you again last night,
of your hips and your long blond hair -
which you never kept that long, and now
you keep even shorter, but it was long
and so were the stares that held our eyes
fixated on each other, like old lovers or
old enemies just reunited for the first time.
i think of you and i know you don’t think of me.
I struggle to understand the methods
we use to disconnect from each other, I
can’t rationalize the existence of distance
when it never separated us before;
the math doesn’t add up how two can divide
into two sets of one without any communication.
how did we become strangers?