Actually, what is left
Is a vague memory that I loved you.
You sit across me
And still my arms know the depth-feel
Of you, weight-density heavier
Than this silence.
Do not worry. They will not move
Like they used to.
Instruments like Geiger counters
Do not need to be in a crack
To feel a quake.
A single tremor multiplied
Can tell the greatest of rifts
Across you, I finally understand
The Theory of Continental Drifts:
Ages ago, we were just one island
That had forgotten its shape.
So after the long and rough break up. After all the tears and after all the pain. We finally met. I’ve always imagined our first meeting after the break up to be meaningful. But when we met, I felt nothing. It was mundane at best. He smiled. I smiled. But it didn’t mean anything. None of it meant anything. We talked a little bit and then he left. I can’t even remember what he said to me.
I just never thought seeing you again would make me feel nothing.