When I bought my new dress you smiled cheekily, lasciviously.
At my graduation you put your arm around me,
And said, “she’s mine, she’s mine, look at her – look at me.”
I wore the string bikini you got me, which I didn’t like but you said looked great.
That new car I bought after my promotion to Head of Department, you were excited, were you not?
Red convertible down the highway, remember the photo the man took?
Posted on social media.
Photoshopped me out.
When I was in the raging torrent I reached for your hand
but it wasn’t there.
