by Courtney LeBlanc
~inspired by a poem by Ashley Steineger with the same title
Past lover looks at his phone, thinks
of texting her but doesn’t, places it back
in his pocket, waits for a vibration to notify
him a message has arrived. Not from her
though, never from her anymore.
Past lover stretches the hammock between
trees, watching the ocean slowly devour
the sun, remembers when they laid
Past lover lies down after a long day, looks
at the clock, does the math. They are literally
a world apart, an ocean between them, her day
just starting as his ends. He thinks of calling,
good morning beautiful. Doesn’t.
Past lover sees a rainbow, snaps a picture,
posts it online because he can’t send
it to her. The plumeria are blooming.
She was here this time last year.