yesterday i wore a dress.
not sweatpants or ripped jean shorts.
yesterday i drank my black coffee
out of a tall wine glass
sipped, rather politely.
my mug stayed in the cabinet
gathering dust.
yesterday I cried perfume tears
instead of my regular tears
rhinestone beads of sweat
lined my forehead
and my feet protested
because my heels give me blisters.
my lips tasted of vanilla
and a hint of sugar
and i breathed your memory
in my cigarette smoke.
yesterday i unzipped my dress
two hands behind me
and my fingers trembled a little
because i remembered that when you would do it
my skin would turn hot
and my chest burned.
on the days I wear sweatpants
and don’t smile and pretend to listen
to people drinking dark red wine
i think of you less.
today i wore a dress
and a black lace thong
and i behaved myself.
does that mean you are coming for me?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.



Comments (5)
captured longing so well, very good work!
Awesome ✨ 📝😉❤️🔥
This is one of the best poems I have read on Vocal. Your use of words to suggest your state of mind is masterful. Kudos!
I love everything about this! So glad it was shared by Pernoste and Anneliese. There’s something so bittersweet about mourning a relationship. The beautiful memories, the pain of it being over, and the final twist of the knife when you realize it actually is over, after the fantasy that they’ll come back.
We really love this, Sara. Loved the content and imagery and pace, and we cited it as a great example of contemporary poetry on Vocal in our article "Is it possible to enjoy poetry." Hope you don't mind.💙Anneliese