Pretend you don’t recognize me
when you see me in public,
wander into a crowded intersection.
Drunk again, you fled to arms,
the arms of a fling that you said you loved.
Yes, too. He said it first, as did you, too.
I’m stomping in my dreams
because Mom was right about you.
I panicked, sinking further into despair.
The guilt of lust washed across my heart
like frozen lakes crack with light footsteps,
my dreams freeze over a distant horizon.
When you see me as the person who loved you for you,
enjoy the memories we could have made as he leaves you.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2023 AC)

(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle, Spillwords, The Writers Club, The Indie Book Store)