Hard to Forget
I was also sick of drama,
but the memory of Lindsey’s wrist
filled my mind like an image
from a projector, getting larger and larger
until I was forced to look at it.
What if she needs help?
Gary held my hand, twining his fingers
with mine. He leaned forward to kiss
my forehead as softly
as a breath of air.
He smiled at me, his cheek
pressed into the grass,
and I recalled my ex-crush’s gaze
with an odd kind of longing.
It would be a lot harder
to forget them. Much harder
than I thought.