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 –
~Just L (August 20, 2017)
Published in the October 2017 Blender of Love Digest.