3pm sunsets
and that squeaky drawer where we kept the condoms
I moved my bed, sideways
because things are different now and I made it so.
I'm not thinking about you
I'm just thinking about how much I like this book
and how her hair wisps at the ends
how his hands could fit my whole face
and how nice it is to sit alone,
coloring pictures not for you or him or her
but because I like coloring pictures
I like thinking of the future, for once.
I like romance and friendship and creativity
not because of you, but because of 3pm sunsets that fall
not because of you.