for you
that girl became everything
you could have wanted
and more than you ever deserved
an angel bruised
in the face of your filthy smile;

it was summer,
you drove with the windows
rolled down,
and the wind tossed her hair
when she bent to light
a cigarette, her eyes on you,
lit up with the green glow
of the dashboard
and you saw the broken parts,
her aloneness like a fractured limb
under your x-ray gaze;
your obvious lies, the cracks
in your stories bigger than the ones
covering your dishwasher hands, ok, so
you've always blended in
with your last name and your
bone-dead eyes,
and I know why you don't wish
to be remembered;

maybe even she's forgotten you
but I haven't.

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