The name of the man
She’d never lose,
a trace on her forearm
as a tat removed.
Karma punished trust
Second guessed love
We dry humped in the park.
I need to be touched by someone i want
By the time I read the text her Uber’s outside the pub.
She kisses me before I can close the door-
Arm reaches for the handle while my brain factory resets.
A non-verbal conversation on the subject of ownership.
In the space behind my ear a continent is discovered.
The occasional clicks from the indicator still tick
as my belt buckle rings against her bedroom floor
Each moment collides into the next so fast
it creates an avalanche too large to run from.
I just have to breathe and stay hard. Fail at both.
In the morning I try to take it all in.
See where old priorities lie in the rubble of last night.
Watching her features like the DVD screensaver.