HYPERSPACE

Days go by with no contact. I ache through it. Should I call him? What would I say? Is it me who needs to apologize, for pushing too hard? Is it him who needs to apologize for refusing to show me his heart? Was it too much to ask?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

I keep Star Trek reruns playing 24-7 and vegetate, imagining myself flying through hyperspace on a starship.