like a crooked light pole on the highway at 2am,
mosquitoes circling your wide eye,
there is little to remember by you--
a cheap necklace here, a melted chocolate there--
ours was a relationship outlined by absence.
easily forgotten, sour when swallowed,
big clumps of feeling accumulating under the bed.
now it is all mine, a cobweb that keeps forming
no matter how often I wave it goodbye.