and you love another girl now
and I hope you treat her kinder than
you treated me
on good days, I wish you both
a long and good life. I pull up your
facebook and try to trace the changes,
you face is wider and you are balding.
It's so long since I saw you
and sometimes, I still dream about
you and I still remember the exact
sound of your voice, like I can almost
hear you talking in my head
one day I was so angry I deleted your
number from my phone and removed
you from my friend list
but that was long ago. I am not in love with you
anymore. And I know if I see you on the street
I won't walk away like I did last time.
I will smile and say hello, but -
but today I am on the bus and
the night is just setting in
and on the bad days, like today, I ask the
night to give you back to me. On bad days
I still know your number by heart.
on bad days like this I ask of the city
to be loved, and that you would call,
and that you were still my friend.
The city lights flicker in their evening loneliness -
and beyond that, it's all dark.
YOU ARE READING
Doux
诗歌the walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...
