Letting Go

for L.W.

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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