It was not love. Across an year we had not sought each other.
Perhaps he just made sure I understood our strangerhood...
perhaps that is how he saw me...
He was one who would be kind to anyone, seemed part of his nature.
He helped me the way he would anyone.
And so it didn't logically misfit that he didn't feel like conveying an absence.
He worked within well defined boundaries.
While he just placed polite words, I had reached out for a sharing out.
I mistook courtesy for sentiment...I graze uneven edges...So I see fault lines in silence and absence.
Whatever, it defied definition.
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