Portrait After a Break Up
I stared at his face
Wondering what I had done wrong
He was surely not at fault
Being an angel and all
He stared back day after day after day
My eyes wandered to his face over and over
I put his portrait in a drawer for an hour
But it did not feel right in there
My eye kept wandering to the drawer
Should I take it back out?
What if I met another?
Could I love anyone else with him staring at me?
I ran to the drawer and put his photo back where he could stare at me
While I slept.
Serves him right, I thought knowing how badly I snore and fart.
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