I can never forget the last time we met

You rode in on the coolest heat wave

Under the sweltering sun

My shirt sticking to me

Like I was dropped in honey

And spun around

In the center of colorful gum drops

I stood there smiling

Smiling like the high of my cheek bones

Were in a steadfast battle against gravity In hopes of engulfing my licorice reflecting pupils.

And as you came my way

I remember admiring the slight curve

Of your tainted lips.

Once upon a time

When we shared a world

And our thread, the longest exchange of A blue and white bubble chain

Stronger than any line of polyester

Used to stitch the finest tunic of Broadway’s very own Macbeth.

You were mine.

But time was running out

And as summer came to an end

I saw the special on twin size

Comforter sets in Targé while you

You saw the plethora of bitches that turned your blue button green based on a common hashtag in your bio from university.

I can never forget the last time we met

Because just after your finger tips

Glided their way to the groove of my

Spine for the very last time

I noticed something different

Passed the extra bushels of black

Planted along your jaw line

And overlooking the new

Swing of your dreads

There, just a few inches below the tunnel

Where I used to whisper dirty secrets to and lingering words of adoration

Was it!

And upon looking at it my heart fell

Through to the sole of my shoes as if

I had taken my final step off

Mount. Everest

The rosy pink blotches encased by fuzzy

Rings of faded green and borderline blue

Tattooed by the incisors and cuspids of someone else

Graced by the lips and water that moistens the tongue of someone else

Because a few days ago when our chain reached it’s last link you were in the presence of someone else

And that truth is just too much for me to bare.

I can never forget the last time we met

Because that day I realized that I was just