Coincidental

It is not coincidental that I find you in my living room.

I invited you in, just this once.

It is not a mistake that we do not argue.

It is a fact 

because we do not speak.

It is not a terrible thing to be bothered by you.

It is simply inconvenient, 

this morning, tomorrow, yesterday.

I forgot why you are here.

Who said you could enter?

It is time for you to go away 

today, tomorrow, forever.

Find somewhere else to peddle your wares.

This silence is not coincidental.

I respect that

 you are gone and 

tell no one that you left.

We lost each other long ago.

Poem and painting by Mary Chamie.