It’s been a whole week now since
we broke up.
We who saw each other every day
every second of every day
Suddenly awkward
at seeing each other
unexpectedly.
We kiss like visiting dignitaries
a kiss on each cheek
Each a King or Queen
of our respective Lonelinessess.
Ghosts of all
our other kisses
fluttering madly
about us.
We don’t kiss
on leaving.
I say: “Well, goodbye then...? ”
You say: “Ciao...ciao! ”
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