I get my deepest cuts when
Strangers ask me where you’ve been,
Taking the knife already in my chest,
Pushing it even further in
Do I tell them you’re lost?
Do I say that I’ve been found?
Or should I leave it at the fact that
You’ll no longer be around
How do I respond when they tell me
They haven’t seen you in a while?
I’m torn between saying “me neither”
And pasting on a paper smile
You’re just another place I’ve been,
Another pushpin on the map
Of places I have visited
But am not invited back