I could have believed
your face was AI generated
when you turned, street light
dusting your hair [an explosion
of microscopic stars
illuminating the darkness]
and you said nothing
a million times in a cerebral loop
of glitches that led us
here, left me here, the same
unspoken question
from your eyes
to my eyes to your eyes
from my eyes
over and over
and over and over
and over and
you watched me
watch you leave
until I finally
let you
go
