Sunday
9.30 p.m.
I search for my poem I put up yesterday. There's a yellow post-it note pasted at the corner of my poem. It says:
Do you miss her?
I take down my yesterday's poem. I replace it with the new one.
My note is gone.
I search for my pen and notebook. I write my reply. I tear the paper. I put a thumbtack to hold my note on the board.
I smile at it.
I take down the post-it note. I put it in my bag.
I head home.
'I do.
A lot.'