Poem

"You and Julie's not gotten back together yet?"
I wince, physically,
at the word choice.

But you're blind,
literally,
so you still expect an answer.

"Naw, Grandpa."
I say it all cool
and fine.

Because if she's denying we were
together,
then we weren't.

After all the things,
we won't be together,
in a relationship or as friends,
again.

She's obsessin,
though,
and it makes me laugh.