I didn’t realize when we wore out the new,

the coveted interest for life, the sap in your overdue stories

 

I never knew when the candor became gloomy knowing your near

and deserted my spirits before your inexplicable indifference,

or when your time was not my time,

and your space became anonymous,

so much that I no longer saw it

 

I justified your absence with clichés, and sent you our memories through chimeric artifice

 

I was perplexed by the appeal of fantasy,

even when I dreamed of a lasting friendship

 

I have not seen my mistake,

and didn’t know the moment I planned my exit,

but I do know that I still won’t write it in obituaries

 

Not yet...

 

©Noris Roberts