and torture myself
with thoughts
of your lips
on theirs.
I find my stomach
wrapping tightly
around the eyes
of your future
muses, seeing you
love the red
of another's mouth.
I see a future
of trembling
hands, clutching
another wrinkled
love letter,
not knowing when
to let go
even when you
push me into moving
cars and tell me to
get home safe.