It had been a year,
and although I was merely trivial,
he will always be
quicksand

I couldn’t help but notice the way
that red flannel shirt
hung so carelessly from his shoulders
during our unexpected meeting
at the coffee shop last week

For a whole year
I have resented the fact that
he lingers in my dreams
But has moved on
to a beauty beyond my complexion

The new girl
with golden locks cascading
beside eyes like watercolor pearls

And me
Hiding my inadequacies beneath
Chiffon pink lip gloss and
A 99 cent smile