Unfinished

If I went searching for a new love

Then I couldn’t have chosen a more

Drastically different mate than him

Without you, none of the basics are the same.

He is good to me and for me; respects me and loves me but

His lips don’t taste like yours

Smile isn’t quite as sweet

Body doesn’t smell like you

When he walks toward me not as many woman turn

To

Admire him

And every time he touches me I wait for the heat that

Always accompanied your strokes

The laugh I know as well as my own

Won’t be heard coming from his throat

His frame doesn’t loom as largely over mine

So while I focus on the differences between old and new love

I wouldn’t turn back to those times for anything because

I’m grateful for what I experienced with you

It gave me the confidence to try again

And the ability to fully accept love

The Haunting

If I never see you again;

my heart couldn’t break any more.

Instead of wishing you harm,

I hope that you have a long life filled

with memories of me.

I want to wreak havoc on your dreams,

want you to remember me at the

oddest moments

like while you’re eating your mother’s peach cobbler.

Hope as you’re in the middle of a meeting,

you recall the dip of my spine and how your lips

used to own it.

I pray that every sunrise whispers my name.

That you never view the color turquoise without seeing

my smile.

I’d love it if while on a date you think of my

confident strut while wearing nothing but heels

and serving you dinner.

Hope that on your wedding day Jill Scott’s “My Love”

plays so loudly in your head that you’re unable to see your bride.

I don’t want to haunt you but I hope that my absence brings

nothing but memories of what you’ve forsaken.