Why I Can't Forget Him
Because I'm in love
Because I'm addicted.
Because his name is tattooed on my wrist.
See?
Right here.
Because I swallowed his soul whole
and now it dances
the rumba
in my belly.
And I tell you --
I have the worst indigestion
of my entire
life.
I belch up emotions,
impractical,
unexplainable.
They taste of his cologne.
Because I placed his existence
on my tongue
until he dissolved,
and I danced
in a rainbow dream.
His happiness made me high.
His pain made my heart
stop.
Because I learned him
through osmosis,
head pressed to
heart,
listening.
Each thu-thump
a thought
whispered discreetly.
Because I injected his very being
into my veins
until, now,
he runs thick
in my blood.
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Angie is fellow writer's workshop participant at Peninsula College this month. -tp.
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