It’s like I was never even there,
I wiped my lipstick off your old ceramic mug.
It’s like I was never anything,
Taking my words from your arms,
Stretching out from the window of your car.
It’s as if things kept turning after I left and
I wasn’t there to watch the constellations pass by,
Messily and perfectly and still in the same places
They were centuries ago.
It’s as if comets don’t matter
And I don’t matter and all I want to say is that
You don’t, either,
But you woke up next to me and looked at my soul and
I think that you know you do.