I LOVED you, to the space junk & back.

I can sit on porches into the late hours of night, that begin to blur with mornings,
and forget how much you've taken from me.
I can put it in the past, because that's where it belongs.
Maybe it's a mixture of the cheap booze and crisp night breeze
the same breeze that once slipped between the space our bodies created as you held me close
as we said our goodbyes that never wanted to end
on my porch steps so many summers ago.
Maybe it's just my fondness for nostalgia that brings you to mind.
I wish you could stop sitting on porches talking about how much I've hurt you
and remember those summer nights we shared.