I judge my boyfriends
by how quickly I would leave them
for you.

I like to think that
to leave this one would take
a couple of days

but, more likely, it would take
one blurry grey-pink sunrise and a pint of Haagen Dazs––
an extra $1.99 for pralines & cream if you wanted
to see my cheeks dry before noon.

I know what a real smile looks like,
especially yours,
with all that glitter in your crow's feet
and crescent-shaped dimples.

I can tell you're happy now
(through a screen)

but I think I prefer to stay on my knees,
holding this memorial
for who I was when I knew you,
instead of taking the happiness
that comes with
forgetting.