Still Lusting for You

I stopped talking to you. You probably hate me. I did it again—disappeared.

After the first time, I told you I wouldn’t. I promised I wouldn’t. And now,

here we are. Back in that same silence I swore I’d never bring between us again.

I hate that I did that to you. I hate that I couldn’t hold it together. You didn’t deserve

that. None of this is your fault. And maybe you don’t care anymore.

Maybe you’ve moved on. Maybe you’re angry. You have every right to be.

But I still think about you. All the time. Every time I try to write about you,

this wave hits me. Heavy, loud—like the ocean on one of those stormy days where