Look Back

Inconceivable.

Choosing just one memory

of your lopsided smile, the way

you would randomly squeeze

one of my breasts and carry on

as if nothing exciting had

happened

the way your arms felt

warm and secure

as you danced with me

to Sinatra - in the basement, in

the kitchen, in my apartment

when you dipped me and I

let out a squeal of surprise and

desire

Glints in your eyes as

you planned a joke to tease one

of your friends - like a sneak

attack followed by your mischievous

giggle

Then the final one.

Deep tones crushing my

heart. Doors shut tensely behind

you - keeping me from following, but

not from watching

as you marched to your car and

never looked back.