i needed to be cut
off from you – to see
you happy with her
instead of me -
in order for me to
actually accept
our end.
i was doing me,
finally smiling.
returning back to
my old self, who i
was before i met
y o u.
& then, you showed
up at my safe haven
the last place i'd
expect, hand in hand
with her.
there were at least
1000 people in that
stadium and out of
all seats, you just had
to purchase the ones
diagonal to me
i couldn't help but
wonder if you happened
to see me & it took
all of my will power to
not let drunk me turn
cheek and glance your
way every chance i got
when one of our songs
would begin to play.
i hated that the spot
next to you should have
been taken by me,
but i had gotten this far
and refused to give
you the power once more.
i wondered if you happened
to see me too and my
question was answered
later that night when
your name casually popped
up on my phone,
with your charming smile.
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
