When you kiss him, feel all the years between you.

The best she could say about him, was that he had been, safe.

Tell me again, old lover, how you left your boy, how it’s just you and your dog: lonely nights in your parent’s house down the street from my old house. I still feel the pull of a million bad ideas. I am tempted. I feel the ripeness of the moment.

That night in Toronto, we went out for our friend’s birthday party, and his new girlfriend was there, and he was depressed about furnishing his new place. You said I could stay at your place, and we lingered on the couch, your foot touching mine, you pressing your breasts lightly against me when you leaned over me to look at something on my phone. Finally I told you was going to brush my teeth, and even then you lingered until I slipped into the spare room.

Your words are all I get, they are not all I deserve.