call me for an update.
I can’t believe it’s September 10th.
I’ve never waited for a month so badly.
It feels like forever since you left,
But now we’re here, and I couldn’t care less.
You might wonder why.
You promised you’d come back,
But you didn’t.
Your vacation turned into a staycation.
Then you met her,
And she seems nice.
Me? Oh, don’t worry.
I’m still grieving you,
But I’ll give you an update.
I’m fine.
I’ve got a new apartment, new clothes.
I cut my hair,
I’m trying to stop smoking,
And I’ve been exercising more.
I’m thinking of a solo costume for Halloween,
Since we’re not longer together.
But I guess you’ll be doing “our” costume with her now,
Which is fine.
I’m thinking about getting a dog,
Or a cat, or a mouse.
Who knows?
I still can’t decide.
I guess I’m indecisive, unlike you.
How’s the beach?
How’s work?
Are you still training?
What about your friends?
Do you still love me,
Or do you love her now?
I told you I’m fine,
I just want to know how you’re doing.
Yeah, I know—
It feels weird seeing you post about her.
Did you really move on that fast?
I know, sorry—lets not talk about her.
I just miss you sometimes
And wonder—what about the suitcase you left?
What about your dog?
What about your room, your friends?
What about your work?
The city?
Did you really give up on everything,
Or did you just give up on me?
Well, I guess in another life.
