Worship the moon
instead of her favorite song
Never walk the three
miles to her house
even after all the gin
is gone
and your friends have
taken away the keys.
Your time with him is
out.
Stop pretending you
can still hear the clock ticking.
Trace the equator on
an atlas
instead of all the
piercings you remember on her soft lips
so you’ll finally have
a place you’ll be able to end up at.
This was just a typo
in your life story.
You’ll know how to proofread
it better next time.
Until then, even if it
takes a forklift,
sit yourself up from
the floor
and let your heart go
door to door
until it finally finds
what it’s looking for.
She didn’t forget that she loved you, she simply realized
that she did not love you in the first place.
a harsh reality that might have taken too long to
hit
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