I missed my turn on the video game
remembering your voice in my ear
ordering me to breathe
and spread wider
while you touched me so lightly
the smell of your cologne and toothpaste
as you ordered me to hold it
distracted by the memory of your voice
I missed my turn again. I couldn’t win anyway
fighting a battle to not call, not text, not remember, not recreate
your weight, my stretch, that corner of the restaurant
my name on your lips an order
your name on my lips a plea
distracted and didn’t make it on time to the event
remembering your voice growling because you couldn’t hold it
neither could I
Wandering & Wondering 