Seven Months Ago

You sit across from one another.

You look at her.

She’s looking down.

The right corner of your mouth

curls into a quiet smile.

You tell her how beautiful she looks.

The right corner of her lip

curls into a quiet smile,

and she continues looking down.

Suddenly, she presses the button on the side of her

phone,

looks up,

and apologizes.

She asks you what you said,

to which you reply,

“Nothing. It was nothing.”

She never responds to your messages,

Yet, you still think about her.

Today,

I sit across from you.

You glance at your phone.

A slight frown touches your lips.

I ask you what’s wrong,

to which you reply,

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”