You don’t talk much these days.
But when someone you loved,
just becomes someone you knew,
the universe shifts,
along with your understanding,
so that the stars overhead,
are made of different wishes,
than the night before.
He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.
But he didn’t know,
he was speaking double,
like the shots in sample bottles,
I bought at the liquor store,
and drank while I drove here,
since I’m one year older,
and still not enough of a woman.
But the cherry print sweater,
I’ve worn for two days past,
isn’t made for cold, cold nights,
the warmth of the sample bottles,
fading since he chucked them,
over the fence and into the woods,
after the police searched my car.
You have to stop being reckless.
But I didn’t care,
as I clutched the chain links,
on a child’s swing,
at a baseball park at 1am,
feeling very much like I belonged there,
being careful not to sway too much,
and shift the universe even more.
Your eyes are still glassy.
But I didn’t explain the difference,
between drink and unshed tears,
since I don’t cry in front of anyone,
and when someone in your future,
just becomes someone of your past,
all those wishes on stars,
make the nights that much harder.