I was furiously typing words,
Words I can never say to you.
Words you can never hear from me.
Words without voices that are mine.
As I was typing,
I was eating crackers.
Then I realized,
The crackers are very unlike you.
Do you know why?
Because I can never miss crackers.
I can never love crackers.
I can never want to always be with crackers.
A cracker can never be you.
But why?
In this fucking lonely night...
Why am I with a cracker?
Why am I not with you instead?
Why am I sulking missing you?
Why can't you just miss me too?
So yes.
A cracker is not like you.
But for what it's worth,
The cracker was with me when I was typing furiously
Making a free-verse poem about a cracker...
But mostly about you.