the smell of my
morning waffle
has brought ure smile
wafting
around me
browned
&
warm
i recall ure form
in my strawberries & cream
fresh
&
pink
i like to think
u remember me
too
somewhere under that
syrupy ooze
u used to drizzle
onto my lips
i sip
a recollection of u
brewed
hot
trying not to drink
too quickly
i am wholly
forgiving
all those misgivings
u had of me
finally
the intensity
has subsided
& i am guided
into tranquility
the ability
to ponder u
without pain
i maintain the same position
that fact
is stranger than
fiction
becuz
i still can't catch
my breath
sideswiped by the
unripe emotions
i culled from u
& mulled for u
into a glass of me
u'll never imbibe
i sigh
but comply
to ure wishes
u are
the talented mister ripley
who has simply
erased
the taste
of my lips
too distracted by me
to see
the bigger picture
of love
& compromise
ure wise
to deflect emotions
before they arise
ure attempt to disguise
how
memory
is
strange
an apple a day
to keep me away
hoping
ure absence will make my heart
grow colder
but
i will shoulder
the reminder
of my sweetest september
though u choose to forget
yes
these hands
will remember