the exit interview

she sits on the porch teary
with the moon behind her head.
happy lunaversary she thinks.
he lights her cigarette.

they discuss the way it went wrong.
the way they were. what the future
might hold. he's happy he's single
and she's happy he's happy. she

remembers when she once felt that way.
for about five minutes 42 or so moons ago.
she cries some more. hands him some pain.
he wants to believe in possibility. she

wants him to know the truth of everything
she's told him. he tries to touch her
but she won't feel it. he wants to be
back there with the wind their veins. she

looks at the place they could lie together.
it calls to her. their bodies entwine and he's
telling her how he found an inner strength from
nowhere. she's been there. she nods her head

and whispers from the other side
of the gulf she's creating, curled up alone
in her chair, remembering every prophecy he's fulfilled
"it doesn't matter what an ex thinks."