I loved you yesterday
when you called me babe
showing up out of nowhere
not questioning the years in between
caught up in our facebook reunion
and in the possibility of some
romantic social media engineered
happy ending
that when you disappeared again
and I wondered about my friend
and my texts and calls went unanswered
and I wondered some more about why men
pull disappearing acts like rabbits out of hats
I remembered that yesterday you said tomorrow
and today, sorrow
is a bar of soap
I wash myself clean with
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