I see you down the aisle of condiments
fingering the different brands of ketchup,
trying to decide which of the cheapest
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
And as we pushed and pulled,
opportunities fell quickly
into the past,
but sore shoulders.
with my back turned once again
I hope you’ve forgotten me already
and that you’ll never have to remember.