I send emails like a resilient
Divorcee, selling themselves 
To loves yet to come.
Desperation glosses sincerity,
A dull, natural shade—
Silence swarms again as I wait.
If I was more important
I’d swear I had been blacklisted.

It is a curious thing, regret, yet
Satisfying, just like a microwave
Sending dinner ‘round again.