I was yours and you were mine.
I never imagined that I would one day be mourning our demise.
Your name lingers on my tongue
like the bitter aftertaste of a cigarette.
Last night I kissed a boy who wasn’t you
and it felt good to have someone else’s name on my lips.
I have rehearsed every line and apology I would deliver,
if only given the chance.
The words press hard against my mouth
as if they are going to escape
And I would let them,
if I thought for a second they would be enough to make you stay.
— Why Didn’t You Stay | Sarah Commins