Teejay's Poem by Genevieve Surrender

In eleven hours
I'll be driving
back to the place
where you performed
a staged breakast.

A single hug
is not forgotten,
but with a new man
between my thighs
I move on.

I don't think
I can see you
ever again.

God only knows
I want to.

I want to forget.

And you feel
like a dream
that never
actually happened.

And I remember
our falsehood
from 3: 00 am
outside a diner
smoking a cigarette.

And you pretend
like
we never
happened.