By Erica C (esbc@hotmail.com)
Date: 11 March 1998

It's Gone...

I called you tonight because it was your birthday.  

I thought we would have spent some of it together, but I knew that was unlikely.

I remember when we talked every night, for at least two hours.

Now, the conversation was a quick “Hi. How are you?”

The thing is, I was just at your apartment less than two weeks ago.

We felt so close.  So in synch.

But tonight, it was uncomfortable, swift, as if there was nothing more to say...

probably because my life is going well right now, 

so there’s nothing for you to fix anymore.