the catch-up

get this---
you put the person behind you…
you did your best to burn them,
to amicably make closure with them,
to see their face,
however you now imagine it,
in the
rearview mirror
& then,
when you least expect it,
just when you were doing better,
just when everything was getting in line,
just when you convinced yourself that
you’re stronger,
you’re successful,
you’re
on “the right path”
(whatever the fuck that is),
suddenly, said face that had been put away
comes back in full force,
with a smile & an empty gesture…
“you know, if you ever need anything,
just call…”
(opening a door that they don’t really want to
open)
&
as you begin to walk away,
there is a metaphorical lasso thrown,
in the guise of a memory that you could give a
fuck about &
yet, it is brought up in order to light that
pseudo-obligatory fuse,
which promotes the idea between the two of
you that,
“it would be great” if you got together to
catch-up.