On our first date, my nerves exposed
the tension in my chest.
Our conversation turned
to expressions of affection,
leading to kisses as we feigned
innocence in a church,
but our lust pulled the other
together like a magnet,
we completed each other,
but now our words
drown out the silence.
What was good for her
wasn’t good for me.
I smiled and pretended
my wasted head space
skipped the songs
I loved the most.
Seasons had flipped
the script through
the years since Hannah
had been with him.
I’d all but washed the memories
from our bed linen when
she pulled up the long dirt road,
telling me, I was her missing puzzle piece.
She had to leave to know she loved me.
The greener grass opposite side of my life
contained illusions through rose-colored glasses.

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