Talk to me about anything
Except what could have been.
For my mind is crawling with
False memories of you and me.
You took me to the prom, and
Told me I looked prettier than
All the fields that had ever
Soaked beneath and through our naked skin.
Our hands, tied together, would pirouette
With every kiss I would never forget.
I pressed every petal from every flower
You gave me so they would not rot.
Talk to me about anything.
Except what was not.