Anyway, you are not here.
You are –
It doesn’t matter –
I could have told you, for the umpteenth time,
About my thoughts (such as they are)
And how they centre on you.
Or us. As we were.
There was a time, before our eyes dimmed
When we thought each other handsome.
I know it is true of you.
I pray you do not look at me.
Because I am not that person.
I am adrift, now.
And that makes a difference.
Had you been here, you would know