Twenty-Six

It's been

twenty-six

days since I've heard your

voice.

I don't know where you've gone or why you've gone there.

I just know that right now your presence is nonexistent and my heart is as tenuous as the leaves

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

from the trees outside.

I hope to expect you in a few days.

If not, what should I understand our relationship has become?

It may be as hypothetical as the love you said we had.

It is me?

Is it the way I laugh or that I don't like your music?

Is it you?

Is it our differences of opinion of God and life?

I contemplate as I play with my deck of cards, counting them as the thoughts r a c e through my head.

There are twenty-six black and twenty-six red.

Maybe it's our age.

I know some people do not like it.

For I am twenty-one, and you are twenty-six.