Don't hang up the phone,
in fact,
never pick it up.
I never called
so, you never broke up with me.
I'm not saying this so we'd be still be together.
I want us to keep going-
backwards.
I didn't kiss you on our last date
the time I lived through it
or this time undoing it
but both times I wanted to.
You made the choice
I didn't go on that date
when you chose your friends.
Two weeks before
you buttoned up and zipped my clothes shut
instead of taking them off.
The way your skin felt against mine
slips from my memory
like sand slipping through our chess game hourglass.
I forget you like winning games.
I know a life
of not knowing
what you tasted like
my lips repel from yours
like we're equal magnet
and not opposing poles
you always having a stronger pull on me.
You walked out the door
and forgot my address.
The last time I saw you was our first date.
I didn't mind if I saw you again
or if I didn't.
In this universe
I let the conversation
die
instead of you letting me.