He met her then I met you
and all that time we coulda
been fucking like rabbits
neither of us having lost
our hearts to you both
never feeling our hearts
ripped asunder - nor joy
nor a year later horny
like teenagers getting off
over messages and calls
finding empty release
in words like cock and
tight fuck, wet, then
cursory nods wishing
the other well, wishing
the other goodbye, never
regretting that year apart
knowing we are nothing
but shells to each other
never regretting...love
like breathing, life.
