It was a kiss goodbye in more ways than one. Goodbye for now, you’ll be back in a week. Goodbye for now, you will let him go. You will go home.
You tell a joke that makes us all laugh. My friend nudges my arm, whispers in my ear, Marry him.
Those lies wash away with the rain; disdain, I know, will soon go, too.
Why didn’t you want me? Was I too much, or not enough?
Blood pools and soaks down deep into the sandy soil, nourishing the grasses that return like clockwork every spring.