this song was playing

at just the time when I was wondering
if you were ever going to call again
which I was pretty sure
you weren’t ever going to do

that certitude
threatened to leaden me
every forgotten breath of you
melting down in memory –

we met in the foundry of our hearts
and every precious metal
lurking in our bones was liquefied once
but we have cooled now

cooled in silent protest against
against whatever it was
that went so wrong
whoever it was who let whom down

probably me
but maybe it was you
as if it matters now, but
this song was playing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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