Today is a trifecta of the memories
and stains you left upon my chest:

One year ago, you kissed me beneath
the play structure at the abandoned
park after midnight for the first time.

One month ago, you whispered
another trio to me under the willow
tree as the river scuttled by twenty
feet from our entwined hands and I
thought we would be forever.

One week ago, you ripped away
that state of mind without two
weeks' notice and left me as a
traveling refugee; I continue to
wander without purpose.