I drew your naked figure
on my refrigerator using
magnetic poetry.
I was even
careful of the
words
I used.
I watched you
cover and uncover
your breasts,
nervous under my
light-hearted gaze.
Through
grinning teeth
you spoke as
I watched,
half hearing the words
you were using to
cover
yourself.
I wanted you
still.
I wanted,
more
than
anything,
to be him
and you to be mine.
You dressed,
they came,
we talked,
they left.
I saw your
nipples through your
shirt in the
cool night air.
I begged you to stay.
I joked.
I pleaded.
I begged.
I wanted you
still.
I looked out my
window
several times before
realizing
you were not coming back.