Two Cans And A String

I saw you. You were invisible and glazed over, 

like a ship sailing through the fog.

You spoke to me as if far away, despite our close range;

Two children placing a long-distance call with two cans and a string.

You gushed to me. Bragged to me. I smiled happily. 

You liked her more than me. Differently.

I walked away, cigarette in hand; I really should quit smoking. 

Tears warmed my cheeks as I began thinking.

"You face never lit up like this when you slept with me."

That night was a festival of reunited friends, to me at least. 

You hugged me, held me, touched me. Magic.

It suddenly mattered little that she had been a passionate lover;

Today you loved me instead. Was it because she left so suddenly? 

Would I still be alone crying if not for marriages complexities?

Nonetheless, I felt at peace. 

I felt worth something if only a fragment of anything.

This will come to pass. All of everything. All of you and me. 

I'll cry and you'll live happily.