By: Katelyn Tijerina
I see her flowing hair
tangling with the air
she made me smile
just for awhile
I forgot your hands on my skin
the way we used to sin
Her arm brushes against mine
For a second, minute, hour
I am fine
For a bit
I have to admit
My mind drifts
to the scar on your hip
We sing songs
Together we get along
Her lips draw me in
gentle and thin
It’s not a straight line you see
Erasing you and me
I will be happy one day with her
and your memory will blur
