I saw your screen.
Your phone lit up with an unknown number.
You said that heʼs your best friend.
But no name saved.
just numbers.
"Why you didnʼt save his number?"
i asked.
You shrugged,
then opened your messages.
No names.
Just chats.
Empty names.
Empty people.
Except...
Your mother.
Your girlfiend.
And fuck̶
me.
"why?"
I whispered.
You smiled,
small,
careless,
like it wasnʼt a sin.
"cuz i like talking with you."
You scrolled
and let me see
the last message
from your girlfriend.
Two weeks ago.
"Babe, where are you?"
No reply.
No heart emoji.
You replied to me today.
you replied to me yesterday.
And every goddamn day
you didnʼt text her.
You remembered me
with the same fingers
you used to forget her.
And you said
weʼre just friends.
Who the fuck saves their friend
in a world
where you forgot everyone else?
Why do i feel like
you remembered me
just enough
to destroy me gently?