to disparage your exes
Because a part of me fears
I’ll soon be one,
a nice memory, sure, a vestige of good times
a video in your camera roll
a history not forgotten, just held with less care
an explanatory addition to your wall of experiences
that you lead your new lovers down
I know you feel deeply
and that soon will be for someone new
I wait and wait
for your need to expire
as the contours of another becomes more refined,
in the aftermath of my cloud of dust,
I sit and watch
always knowing it would come
smiling from the blistering sidelines
no blood, no foul, no damage done.

by Kate Moran