Two weeks of silence,
then your name
lit up my screen again.
Like nothing ever hurt.
Like you never left me
with wine,
tears,
and a broken parking sensor.
You came by.
You fixed my laptop.
You stayed too long.
you smiled too wide.
You told me
she asked you to take her to the mall.
But you said no.
You said,
"iʼd rather be here."
and fuck̶
how am i supposed to feel
about being
the rather be?
Not the love.
Not the girlfriend.
Just the detour.
Just the comfort.
Just the quiet place
you run to
when you donʼt feel like
loving her.