San Francisco
I was in San Francisco in May and I was supposed to come see you.
I had already booked my ticket before we broke up and
I couldn’t change it, so I went anyway.
It was weird being in the same city at the same time
and not seeing each other.
I was hoping that maybe we’d brush by each other
in a bookstore or a coffee shop
our eyes would meet and two big old smiles would be
painted on our faces— it would feel like time hadn’t passed.
Maybe we’d see each other across the street and walk towards one another
we wouldn’t say a word, just share an embrace.
None of that happened.
We were breathing the same air but you were nowhere in sight.
Is it crazy to think that I thought maybe you’d come and surprise me?
Maybe you had planned something behind my back with my friends to see me?
None of that happened.
I thought that maybe you’d reach out and text me “hope you’re enjoying SF,”
but the truth is that it’s almost August and still you haven’t said a single word to me.
Cover Photo by Ignacio Palés.