On the Side

He used to love the idea of me

Sneaking around,

Making plans,

Sharing secrets.

Used to love long talks,

Secret rendezvous and

Late night pillow laughs;

Wrestling on the hotel floor.

Used to love my purple hands and

Big blue eyes

That held a thousand hopes;

Our dreams.

he used to love my aspirations,

My need of him

To hold myself together

In a room.

Used to love my stupid humor,

Or way I pronounced

And didn’t say soda

Or y’all.

I used to think

He used to love me.