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The Last Poem I'll Ever Write About You
the atoms in your body were replaced
by ones that did not remember the
flavor of my skin in vacant basements
at mid-night after five swigs of whiskey,
and they replenished your sense of
smell so that you would not remember
the scent of winter when she was in
town with me and we had only fourteen
days to memorize each other’s laughter
so that it would not hurt as bad when
you had to drop me off at the airport,
we would remember how happy we’d
be the next time I’d come around.
now I remember two weeks ago
when I asked you how your life has
been like you had some sort of brain
surgery or lost your memory because
you forgot that I was once part of it,
and I remember running into you
in town last week, half-smiling you
passed by me like I had never been
a part of it at all.
(2013)
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