there are a million things I’d like to ask
but I stick to how’s your day
because that’s a shallow question with easy answers
I don’t ask if you
remember my fingers running through your hair
as the sun cast dappled light on us
through the tree branches
I don’t ask if you
let her wear your things
wrapping her in pieces of fabric
that have long forgotten the heat of my skin
I don’t ask if you
told her your favorite song
the one that hurts
just right
and leaves you feeling vulnerable
as the first notes play
I tell you I’m fine and change the topic
to last night’s rain and other mindless things
you nod like you’re listening
but you’re already checking out of this
pointless conversation
pointless conversation [poem]
