Prose

LIV

I swear to God I thought I saw your name in the Walmart parking lot. And I've heard that you've found yourself a new little plaything and she's probably got a sparkle in her eye that you can see from a hundred miles away because that's where she is. And she's probably smiling at the pictures of you she has on her phone and you're probably considering moving to where she'll be; far, far away from me. At least she'll keep you away from the poison-tongued Medusa sitting across from you in English class, trying for a third run. And now my legs are covered with bruises and mosquitos are draining my blood and I'm watching the red and white lights of cars pulling themselves by and the blank night sky of Orlando hangs itself above me and I'm realizing that summer is most likely the best and worst time for me.

I'm not going to forgot you any time soon, but it is certain that I will not say your name at the altar, whether it be purposeful or accidental.

I passed by sparkling wedding rings and I didn't think of you.

August 18, 2014 10:59pm