I see you down the aisle of condiments
fingering the different brands of ketchup,
trying to decide which of the cheapest
tastes best.

For a moment, I am frozen
until you feel my stare
and match it with eyes that transition
from indistinction to anger.

I turn quickly
to avoid the reality
that I ever knew you

Because I’ve forgotten your name.
Then I remember

The first time we kissed,
your eyes were shifting between
the future and the present
unblinking to consecrate the moment
we became.

And as we pushed and pulled,
opportunities fell quickly
into the past,
leaving nothing
but sore shoulders.

And now,
with my back turned once again
I hope you’ve forgotten me already
and that you’ll never have to remember.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s