She looks at him,
and he is still beautiful.
same chocolate eyes.
same invasive laugh,
making the darkest hearts smile.
She watches him,
and he is father of the year.
nurturing the fruit
of two little seeds
that he silently knows he didn't plant.
She sees him,
pretending to be content,
with the woman he loves,
while sporting the shiner
that she gave him in a moment of "passion".
She wonders,
if he still thinks of her,
and if he knows
if he even cares
that she would never have hurt him that way.
She thinks of him,
on those hot Houston nights,
in June at sixteen,
and the way that
those nights just got hotter and hotter.
She remembers him,
the way he used to shine.
he glowed for her.
he blazed inside her,
and he was the breath that burned her.
She wants him,
to be happier than he is.
to be the man she knew
he was destined to be,
and he never thought he deserved to be.
She misses him,
the way he used to sing,
love songs to her
and change the words,
just to make her giggle at his insinuations.
She loves him,
not the way she used to
when she was naked
with her head to his chest,
but the way she did before banana rum and broken condoms.....broken hearts.
He looks at her.
She looks away. |
Submission Name: A Love Remembered
