Monday, January 21, 2013

Clean

I loved you yesterday
when you called me babe

showing up out of nowhere
not questioning the years in between

caught up in our facebook reunion
and in the possibility of some
romantic social media engineered
happy ending

that when you disappeared again
and I wondered about my friend
and my texts and calls went unanswered
and I wondered some more about why men
pull disappearing acts like rabbits out of hats

I remembered that yesterday you said tomorrow

and today, sorrow
is a bar of soap
I wash myself clean with


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