What They Were to Me

A night of milkshakes and split latex.

A wasted wedding in all senses,

A tired and slipping drive home,

The smell of cigarettes buried in my hair

follicles, broken air conditioners.

Unanswered messages and easy

Conversations gone silent after

Confessions of President’s Day.

One night in summer snow watching

Deer skirt past the truck.

Casual coffee. Nothing serious.

Awkward movie nights with

Christ on the walls watching.

Wiffle balls and baseball bats.

Midnight walks in small towns.

Lost socks, broken shoes, laundry.

Broken ribs and suffocation. Suffocation.

A jacket shoved in the back of a closet.A pot of flames burning memoriesone by one, realizing how small he made me.Moving forward. Drinks in bars.Memories of two years of different men.Different hair, different skin.In my bed, my skin. And in the end-I am better for it, even alone.

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