too fast then too slow then gone

she’s come on a whim
a hint of love sex kisses and a sweet personality
her eyes too
smile to transport
start wars
lead to my demise
first post-divorce sex

okay
so then
she wouldn’t leave

we were sitting out on my back porch
she was drinking coffee in a purple tumbler
*it’s time*
*oh, way past time*
we took a nap together

she still would not leave
but there was nothing left to talk about
my lips sore from overuse
other parts still red and warm
i made more coffee
she seemed to be contemplating something
me
or her return journey to san antonio

i never saw her again
that’s not true
i saw her just a week ago
on facebook
it is where we met
yet
we’re not friends

*i unfriended anyone i slept with*

she followed my political page
*hi*
that’s about the extent of it
she liked the cure and had a tattoo
of their most hated lyrics
about being in love

for a few months we stayed friends on facebook
negotiated a coda
she was coming back
and coming back
and driving
friday night
and
a bit longer

she never arrived
turned back
she said
*it’s too much*
her mom was dying
she’d just been fired from the hospital
where she worked as a lactation consultant
yes
i said all the jokes
they were funny then

i can’t recall her name at the moment
her nickname was peaches
i think her mom passed
but i have no evidence
just a final dm
and wave

*see ya*

9-23-24

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