Late Night. Low Time.

Today I looked at your picture
And for the first time...
In...
Months?
Years?
...
I felt
Nothing
No swell of courage
Or longing for soul time
Just...


Numbness.


I don't know what to make of that.

I guess it means I've finally realized that
Really
You never meant the things you said to me
They were
Just feelings
After all;

Not promises
Not rings
Not homilies,

Just.

Feelings.

And what can we ever make of that?