Fictional Futures

One day, I will take down all the pictures of you and me.

But right now they’re hung around my room

like rays of light dancing off a mirrorball.

One day, I’ll eat at our favorite restaurant.

The one where I would get a gin gimlet, and you, a Tito’s and tonic with two limes.

But right now, the waitstaff still asks me why you aren’t dining with me tonight.

One day.

One day.

But.

But.

But.

But not right now.

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If you came back tomorrow,

I’d let things be the way they were before.

I’d sweep everything under the rug

and hide the elephant away in the closet.

If you came back tomorrow,

I wouldn’t mention how your hair is different, a bit more gray.

I wouldn’t think about who you loved

in the time between.

If you came back tomorrow,

I’d dig out all of my old clothes, the ones that are no longer in style,

that yellow dress you used to twirl me in,

and your old t-shirt that I stashed away in the back of a dresser.

We could sit in silence for quite some time,

two strangers who no longer know who they used to be

or want to be again.

If you came back tomorrow.

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Dark clouds rolled in fast,

but not a single drop of rain fell out of the sky.

When we ended it, I didn’t cry, I didn’t feel a single thing

because I had felt it all before.