If it’s over, tell me
through smokey eyes and bared teeth,
the things you know
I’ll hate to repeat in my sleep.
Tell me what my tears confirm
when you depart to save face.
Look down on me
the way you did when I thought
we were a field of dreams,
but you convinced me through a cigarette kiss —
it was all in my mind.
She consumed my breathing.
Tell me I’m not good enough;
remind me you never loved me, anyway.
Admit you can’t get over us.

(© 2022 AC)