Weren’t we lovers once?
The couple who laughed at tired jokes.
Braved the ice-glazed roads for refried beans.
And sat in an empty campus parking lot waiting
I never judged your idiosyncratic breath
asked you to wash the dishes
or sit through my revisions.
You wanted to heal the heart
one hypothesis at a time
and lifted mine away to your lab.
Nicking DNA pulled
you away and I was discarded
along with your off-yellow dress,
dorm room fridge and the maple coffee table
that I carried for you.
The one that bruised my left knee.
No reminder for you that I had been there.
No reminder that you let me in.
Devan Burton is a writer and a teacher based in Knoxville,Tennessee. He is currently working on a book of poetry, In Quiet Hours, which will be published and available on Amazon in December 2016.