She's dropping down his Inbox,
And her voicemails ? Fading, sure.
But worst of all this slippage
Are his memories of her.
He's blocked her face on Facebook
And her postcards have been burned,
As he's grasping for remembrance
Of the way his heart she turned.
They've got no friends in common
So no shoulder will be stained
By the tears of someone's sorrow ;
Of a breakup unexplained.
He assumes this is his swan song,
Though she'll never hear the tune.
There's just silence, pain, and wondering,
And a blank, impassive moon.
Observations, obfuscations, and other oddities.. Enjoy, and thanks for reading. Tom
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