Sober Lunch in the City Before Work

But then today the city seemed obscured by a veneer of meanness.

I couldn't tell if it was my over-
sensitivity, or her over-
cast skies, or an over-
all tiredness on people's faces.

But my place in Melbourne's heart seemed
smaller.

Colder.

Like she was.

Distracted.

By a new love.

Another girl.

Maybe.

Or a hovering sense of
futility.

Like she was giving up on me.

Like she was over what we
have.

Or had.

Like it was different
from before.

Or maybe it was me.

Who didn't.

Love her.

Anymore.