This girl asked me
how I’ve been
so I asked her:

you know the feeling
of watching the sunset
by yourself, cliffside
on the last nice night
in autumn, just before
winter hits? I’ve been
something like that

ya know: the human
sauce, the cell syrup
swirled in the middle
of the cosmos flavored
malted milkshake?…

I wish I could tell
you how she was, but
she never responded

I suppose I should
have just said:

fine, you?