I saw you today.
You accidentally (or was it) brushed up against me,
As you stopped in your tracks and turned the other way.

I watched the collision in slow motion.
As if I were floating far above the fray;
I couldn’t smell you any longer, and had nothing to say.

Remarkably it pays –
The satisfying pangs of nothingness;
The result of healing after so many days.

I don’t feel pity knowing you as I do.
That old tape no longer plays;
At last free from your smoke and mirrors haze.

Here’s to the pangs of nothingness for me.
Whilst for you nothing –
Hurray!

~Just L (August 20, 2017)

Published in the October 2017 Blender of Love Digest.