Gluten Free (me)
Am I to act as if I do not miss you?
Are you to do the same –
when you hear my voice in the distance,
to turn your head and feign disdain?
I feel as though tides have shifted
and neither of us need the other –
fear the weeds of my mind are rapidly
covering paths once well-worn with thoughts of you.
and it will happen as it has before:
to ignore as not to feel.
to deplore as not to deal.