Nov 10, 2017 17:27
It murders me, the way
You remain firmly etched into
My dreams, your blue eyes
That made me swoon
Now full of derision and distaste,
Make certain I know
I am an unpleasant memory
From more reckless days
The time stretched between
Mile End to Pittsburgh
To San Francisco and
Weddings and births--
Some with you
Too many not--
Weighs so terribly
On my calendar
I don't remember
The exact cadence of your accent
Or what you smell like
In the morning
But I know how to make you
Bite your lip and close your eyes
And how you squint when you laugh
And the way you look
When you're letting me go
And the weight of platinum
On my finger and the
Suffocating realization
That I was the problem all along
The road less travelled
Is walked by another woman
While I wake up
Over and over again
Mourning someone I used to know