Not Like You

It’s almost as if you are dead.
I reach for the phone,
and then I remember,
for all intents and purposes,
you are nonexistent.

Everything is lonelier now.
I am backed into a wall
by invisible men, impossibly tall
and with long fingernails.
Not like you.
Never like you.

But don’t call me.
Don’t text me.
I don’t want to see
a single letter from you.
Because then,
I won’t let go.