I Read a Poem

I read a poem.
It sounded like you.
I wanted to send it—
but we’re not speaking.
I thought about posting it,
but who’s to say you’d even see it?
I’d spend every minute
checking views,
wondering if you ever
search for me
like I do you.
I read a poem.
It was you.
But instead of sending it
nowhere—
I wrote this.