The Mark

I liked it better when we were strangers,
when I didn’t have to worry about your feelings,
or even that you existed,
that was easier,

and my decisions were easier,
and everything felt better,
because it didn’t have to be deciphered,
or explained,
or rationalized,

and I wanted to be somewhere else,
then,
not now,
it’s never now,
now is never the answer I want,
but only because,
like most of us,
I could better explain the past