If I could remember it,
I would probably just remember the smell of ***** and the magnolia candle you gave me.
As the candle burned its last bit of wax, and the new year tumbled in, we were kissing on my bed.
The only thing I remember was your tongue and how strange it felt in my mouth.
It did not belong there.
I greeted you first with familiarity, then drunkenness, then disgust.
Is our friendship forever ******?
I didn't mean anything in kissing you, and I'm sure you didn't either, but now I'm at arms length from someone who's arms used to hold me.