One day
“hopefully sooner rather than later”
(thats what you said in your email)
it will be someone else's hands
brushing my hair
away from my face
just before he kisses me
someone else's eyes
watching me sleep
when I can finally
let them lay next to me
someone else's voice
asking me
what I'm thinking
when I get too quiet
and I will be thinking of you
wondering if
you’re thinking of me
knowing you’re not
and if you do its when
you have nothing better
to think about
I’ll remind myself
it was because you
wanted someone
who wasn’t me
and I will smile at
this hypothetical man
hopefully he will believe my smile
and tell him I was
thinking about my favorite poem
because you were
all my favorite poems
even if I wasn’t yours