I see you with him on the beach. He looks
At you in your
bikini. My heart cringes
At how your eyes open up like two books
And let him read a
heart that yearns and singes.
It’s a look that you never gave to me.
I feel it stab up
under my rib cage.
You’ll show him chapters I will never see.
He’ll lick his
fingers as he turns each page.
He reaches for you. You reach back. Hands touch.
Then grab. Then
squeeze, fingers warm and entangled.
A brief connection—really, not that much—
Just enough to
make me feel like I’m strangled.
I know what’s
next. Eyes and hands gave it motion.
And that’s when
I start walking towards the ocean.
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