quietly

I stare at your text

“right person, wrong time”

and look out the window,

tell me about the boys you hooked up with in Adelaide

tell me how good they made you feel

tell how they made you forget the sound of my name,

tell me about all the guys wanting you in your message inbox

tell me about how you talked to two guys during the month we were apart,

tell me how you search the room for new guys to kiss

tell me how much we aren’t working out but you still want me around,

because loving you quietly

is better than losing you forever,