short memory of witnessed broken promises

her, with frozen feet and broken heart,

she said-

Thank God for waterproof mascara and your roommate’s trip to Berlin

 

sure, with your two secret and softened parts,

you made-

a pact of Being There, free zone, all the mess you’re somehow in,

and yet,

teenage wants and boys with cars,

so fast forget,

our pacts and  scars-

 

Oh, I’ve forgotten, say you, firm, stripped bare-

tonight I have to be-

elsewhere.

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