ONE LAST POEM ABOUT YOU.

If you’ll forgive me for still wondering where you ended up,

I’m going to write another love poem about you.

One last time, with feeling.

I’m think about the time we held hands in that diner.

I think about the old couple who told us they were happy to see kids so young being so affectionate.

I think about the kind of girl I was to take something so mundane as a sign you were The One.

How starved a heart must be to accept scraps as a full course meal.