The “Hello”

wasn’t any
hello. It was much more an
embrace. I felt it the moment I

walked in. I questioned it. But you wouldn’t
give into the feeling. It was something from
a long time ago that stirred something new. I sat

on the floor on your carpet filled with dust,
of the remains of the two of us. I saw your hand
tremble, your pants revealing the leg

that jogged in the body of a man half your age. I knew
he was in there.  I wanted to scream of the time
when I let myself delve in the dream. And you

allowed me to follow, ride on your back. Before it
got broken, splintered in half. I could have squashed it,
as times before. But I took part of it with me

when I exited the door. Just a morsel,
enough for a pang. Not enough to fill
the empty girl’s yang.