By Jane Rain
Date: 2011 Jan 07
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Less Than

i stand in the shower
scrunching my eyebrows out of frustration:
i miss him more after our phone conversation,
i no longer posses the ability to cry.
i remember how with one index finger
he'd massage between my eyebrows when i was scrunched,
urging me to relax.

who would have thought i'd miss that?
but i suppose if enough time passes
i can miss everything,
from his farts to his faults.
even his sleepy time clicks
which so frequently woke me up,
i long for.
because when i had his clicks,
his forgetfulness,
his tardiness,
his mess;
i was safe in knowing
i had him.
but with nothing,
i have been reduced to
something less than a friend.