in those mere three months, we visited the airport twice. the second time was to say goodbye for four months.
but now you’re back. we have the same city to call
home, a fifteen-minute walk
to each other, and our own
individual hopes and dreams-
in addition to mutual ones we
wanted to share together. but it
last night, you called, half asleep with your phone against the pillow. you told me you were thinking of me and you couldn’t wait to be by my side, and help me figure things out, next year in montreal. it was that moment that i felt as if an eighteen-wheeler truck was sitting
on my chest, threatening to crush my ribs.
our relationship was
like a meteor shower,
or a shooting star- [there was once]
a flash of beauty, of awe and excitement, and then
an unforgiving emptiness in the dark sky.