Then one day you see it
with such startling simplicity
while you’re taking the train home
from hospital appointment doom
then lunch under an invisible moon —
it was half past noon
a man sat nearby
his words melting into a cellphone
and melting into you,
as the truth seeped into your eyes
never hesitating,
even after your tears
breached the dam
and hovered you over a freefall
into a longing abyss of unspoken terrain.
