poem for marissa

November 4th, 2021

I drive past his exit and want to turn down

But I am thinking of you, your celebration

of ever a new lover to fall for, to fall in love

with;    touching a new handsome man and

losing myself in the beauty of their gaze, the

look on her face when we get really clever

together; I want to sniff the sides of their

faces, let the chemicals in my body ease the

pain of living, of being so alone and stupid,

floundering ugly and deep in the haze of love