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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know anyman who has or will hurt you on an emotional or spiritual level can only be hurting themselves! ! Be well, Uriah