unlit matches

denouement

could we pretend
we had a goodbye?

a great, beautiful,
cinematic
farewell.

where the music
swelled

and we said all the
right things.

maybe we watched
the sky approach
dawn

or dusk.

perhaps you smiled
and i laughed,

before our voices
caught and clung
to the back
of our throats.

we never relieved
the anguish
of adieu

and our final
hello

makes me
miss
you.

our connection
dropped,

the dial tone
rang true.

we lacked cinematography
to make our scene
sit

with an audience
that ponders
what it all meant.

no official conclusion
came with our film

but hypothetically,

i suppose,

the end credits
would roll

after my

"see you next friday!"

and your

"have a safe trip home."