How natural it was
To separate yours and mine
When I thought everything was ours
What’s mine was ours
But yours is yours is yours
Ambiguous grief casts a pale shadow
In the place where my longest adult friendship used to live
And yet
I would take no pleasure in causing you unhappiness
So I send you good wishes
But only in my dreams
Where I still hear your voice
But, for the record, your lobsters are not my problem.
Millennial's Delight 