I feel like a tragic southern belle
waiting for her beau
I keep running towards my blank phone
screen. I look stupid. Strung along by
memories of his touch teased from me:
his breath on my neck; his arms around my waist;
his soft lips on mine; all the right words
his mouth never said. In silence, my mind
fills in the blanks.
I’m breaking up with the silence of him.
Unfolding my fingers & creating a quick,