After I Lost You

When you tell me that love just isn’t for you
I think I understand what you mean
Alas, I will never know
Because I fear we will never speak again.

The silence that fell upon us
Is an unwanted husband
I have learned to abide.
But I cheat all the time
And Google you, because Google
Is magical, and one day
On the shores of its algorithms
It will deliver to me a journal of you:
Your hopes and fears and thoughts and dreams
You, in word incarnate
You, distant and unreachable
You, past tense
You, without me.