Requiem for Someone Else's Ex

Requiem for Someone Else’s Ex

I had a dream last night

about you, my friend’s, well,

my roommates, ex. It was one

of those dreams where you taste

the colors and

everyone you know is there,

somehow,

and all their faces

are muted and grainy.

Not you.

You were full, vivacious,

all the birthmarks and

dimples still there as I remember.

Your faults made you more beautiful, you know,

and as our eyes met in

movie theater chairs and I

told you I liked you, well

more than “like” (like that one time

I was drunk in your kitchen and

you shrugged it off but I really

meant it I still do) you took

my face in your pearl hands and whispered

I know

and bit my lip.