Photo by Blake Barlow

— A pale and skinny girl,
Who sits across from me,
She texts her friend without a sound;
I calmly sip my tea.

Her green eyes dance across her phone:
I watch her face turn red.
She texts her friend while I’m alone,
A ghostly world I dread.

Her dirty blonde hair caught my eye
One night at Ryan’s dorm:
So young and naive, foolish, high,
I kissed her; she was warm.

And now I hardly speak to Jade:
“Well, hey, um, Jade,” I say,
“So, how goes school, I mean, twelfth-grade?”
“What?” says Jade. “Go away!”

The coffee grinder roars to life,
And voices rise and fall:
My girlfriend loves to cause me strife;
I want to punch the wall.

My face is tight, a rigid frown:
“Um, how are you?” I ask.
She texts her friend without a sound,
Her face, a stoic mask.

“Um, Jade, uh hey.” I try once more;
She looks away and smiles:
Her green eyes watch the café door;
My date is now a trial.

I think about a girl my age,
Who knew I almost drowned.
That girl was manic, caring, strange;
She texted; I was found.

I wish she sat in Jade’s place now,
But Ava left me too.
She married young and took a vow:
My love for her was true.

Queen Jade’s a princess, falsely crowned:
“What’s up?” I deign to ask.
She texts her friend without a sound,
With disregard she laughs.

Did Ava love me? Who can say?
I dream she will return.
The years go by and still I pray,
As if I never learned.

Jade tilts her phone and holds it down:
“I’m waiting, Jade — ” I say.
She texts her friend without a sound:
“What?” says Jade. “Go away!”

I sip my tea and try to leave
Her death in Chinatown,
A hopeless love I never grieved;
She texted; I was found.

Creative writer, Essayist.

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