You finally reached out to check in today.

It doesn't feel the same.

Of course, it wouldn't; how could it be after all of this?

But you didn't call me babe,

You end your sentences with periods,

I don't know this version of you at all.

I want us to get better,

I want us to be together,

But this isn't giving me the assurance I was hoping for.

The comfort that I was longing for this whole time.

And I still need to wait another week to see you again.

It feels like you've numbed yourself from me,

That this just isn't what you want.

But will it ever be what I want?

I don't know.

I can hope, I can pray,

But it doesn't feel that way.