You get the sweeter
guava

I get the crisper
night

This is what I hear
when I talk to you now:

the blurble
of nearby fountains

and incessant motorbikes.
You said you felt

old and I said
so-and-so got married

and so all we really
spoke about

were different
types of distance

and the connection
kept failing

as if to drive
a point home–

it must be so nice
to get away from it