Wandering & Wondering

I missed my turn on the video game

remembering your voice in my ear

commanding me to breathe

and spread wider

the smell of your cologne and toothpaste

as you compelled me to hold it just a little longer

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 the memory

of your weight, my stretch and 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