I find this poetic, however, I don’t feel like writing a poem
about the difference between you and me
between English and Spanish
between one letter “s” and the lack thereof
between taking out the trash and filling it up
between neglecting and rejecting
between loving and leaving
between physical pain and an emotional change
between Wednesday and Thursday
between entrapment and liberation
between me then and me now (not meow)
between dead skin falling away and missing you in another language
though I don’t miss you in any language
and I think that’s what’s most profound:
I am myself again
finally, without you
Just Thoughts 