Haven't you heard?
Everything has changed—I've cut the cord
That tied me to your door.
Funny you should be the last to know;
All my friends have made remarks
About my new, improved emotions.
But when we meet, you're still looking for
A gleam of hunger in my eyes,
A hunger that has died.
You listen for a hint of old conspiracies
In my hello. I speak in present tenses now—
Funny you should be the last one to let go.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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