Maybe you will see her at the mall
a grocery store
casino or somewhere down the street.
You always thought about what you would do
if the day was to come.
You said that you would ignore her but
it’s rude not to acknowledge an old friend’s hello.
You don’t stare into her eyes, you hate how they light up
each time she talks about her new boyfriend.
You do not want to think about that night
when you feel in love. You two didn’t speak for days—years actually.
She asks do you still write? You say of course but leave it at that.
You do not want to seem like you’re bragging.
You’re waiting for her to ask if you
wrote any poems about her. This you will be prepared for.
You have this mapped out already. You will smile before answering and say
no, the poem is not about you.
This is when you will know for sure that you are a poet
because poets lie.
Luckily she doesn’t ask, but even if she did she would have already known the answer.