You have passed. You passed. You are
passed. You are past. You are beyond
not being on the phone into not being.

Passed on farther than me when I left to
leave the pain behind. Leaving did me
right as I passed state lines I never met

before passing past overpasses looking
past my passed mistakes. You are
what can never be undone. My past is past pain

peeling off skin. Like deja vu, a seizure
caesura seeing you waving goodbye
as I pass your past passing. You are