The moment of truth
lies in the second
you end your poem
with an exhale
and you look
up

to remember you
with the good memories
you gave

and not the traits
that made me leave
or the stabbing pain
in my chest

to remember you
in a way
that you were perfect
even if you weren't.

5:15 PM 12/17/2018

We fall in love
like we fall for
dessert
quickly
and
irrationally