looking back

did we have anything in common
save for a mutual friend
and too much netflix
and too much time with mirrors
in bathroom lighting
picking at our skin
and smoothing it over

you were a river to talk to
and try as i might
as i did
i never reversed the current
only diverted it

i never saw what you saw
in your seasonal boyfriend
but i listened
as a sister should
when you confessed his sins
i forget the rest of him

and you heard me
when i could not stand
my “bad luck”
as you used to put it
or was that my phrase
with men or women
or what have you

it's all eroded
surviving only in my head

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