Calosha Gomes

I made my list, and you’re not on it—
had me off guard,
in this world of constant change and fragile life.

No heart deserves being broken
by a bunch of strangers.
I’d live knowing you were one of those—
strangers who cared less,
just because you could.

I made a list that’s mine alone,
to look at every time I slip up
and think of you as more
than random strangers.

You could write a million times over,
and I’d still be—
so done with you.
Never giving a second chance
to a stranger wearing
a comforting look over their face.

My passion has now expired.