You text me

and I’m back

in my twenties.

 

Seems like now,

you and me,

far from done.

 

It’s as if

last twenty years

did not happen.

 

I want to

send you back

‘I miss you’.

 

I then remember

and I'm back

in the fire.

 

I would text,

you would only

reply when drunk.

 

I should reply:

‘NUMBER NOT AVAILABLE.

Fuck right off'.

 

I leave you

in my drafts,

probably never send.

 

Breaking the cycle

is always easier

said than done.