he is going to ask you about him.
just know that it will be the first question out of his mouth
when he sees the pictures,
the clothes in your drawer,
the empty parking lot look in your eyes when you pass certain places.
be prepared to tell him.
are you afraid?
one mention of his name and
your mouth burns for hours afterward.
you won’t know how to talk about
the other one.
what are you supposed to say?
tell him how your heart was a city burning to its knees when he left,
how every object you came across
looked like a weapon you could annihilate yourself with.
Tell him about the withdrawal,
how he is not the first person you
have tried to erase him with.
Tell him what it felt like to love him,
how God himself slept inside of his skin just to feel warmer,
how it was the bravest thing you’d ever done.
when he asks about
this stranger you wanted to die for,
you are going to choke on your own
tell him that you buried him a long time ago
and have another drink.
when he asks you
about the one who came
you aren’t going to answer.
you’re going to run.