It has been too long
for me
since I’ve seen you.
I get the sense
though
the feeling’s not mutual.

The sourness on your face
suggests
you’ve got better things to do
than breathe the same air
as me.

I’m not sure what I did to offend you
what particular thing has stuck with you
I should say.
There were loads of ways
we were cruel to each other
and I don’t know which ones
are with you still.

God
I’m so happy that you are
the way you are today:
Bitter. Curt.
Sharp.
It’s a relief to see
you’re unhappy to see me.
I’m just glad
I still have that kind of power.

We are the pair
since I guess
in its way
the feeling’s mutual.
If you held no sway
I wouldn’t be quite so happy now, eh?