The Disconnected Number I Still Call

The disconnected number I still call / is yours

after our seven years apart / (see! Ours!)

to blub and beg / persistent and adamant

that time is not a healer / as my mother once said.

As though our bond had become a revulsion / (to you)

you left without a word / cut the key

and changed your number / purposefully

leaving behind a crater / in the midst of my twenties.

We are genres, politics and paint shades / apart

but we moulded well / cemented but cracked

like mosaic tiles / in our kitchen all those years ago

you and I / were connected numbers we still called.

I heard you got married...

Are her eyes as blue as mine?