ships

There is something inherently gay

about trying to pinpoint the moment

our relationship ended

when, probably,

there was no relationship

in the first place

there was a feeling

there was a kiss, and then another

there was a night that I sat by myself

at a bar, in a long silk dress and a leather jacket

drinking the cocktail I ordered for you

when I thought you were running late

but then realized you weren't going to come

there are things like this

words and thoughts

that don't make it

past my fingers or my lips

but

there are the words that did

somewhere in the ether

on your phone, maybe

or scrawled on a paper scrap

moments that I longed for you

and you longed back