Moving On

Escapril prompt: catharsis

I first saw her smile
Under a whispered sunset;
It was a wry smile —
A happily-hang-you-out-to-dry smile —
Complicated and captivating.

Like a drunk to drink,
And drunk I was, it's true,
I approached her in a trance
And as we met shoe-to-shoe,
The liquid bounded and turned me over.
Red wine!
Red wine!
We call vomit over!

My internal dialogue and my real voice
Blathered a babble of blundered apology,
And she smiled a vicious smile —
A killer smile — and laughed.
She heard what I tried to say,
Not what I said;
It's what I liked about her.

Bonded over vomit,
We soon fell in love laughing,
But contentment is a slippery hill.
I don't know if she stopped listening,
Or I stopped talking,
But we fell into the trap of feeling trapped.

My closest friends never liked her,
She was a flower,
Now wilting,
Whose petals only I could see,
And at last our relationship —
A bubble held together by tension —
Popped.

Today is no special date.
Today is only the day I realized:
I finally forget her face.
Everything except that smile.
That lovingly-leave-you-twisting-in-the-wind smile.
I would sooner forget my own name.