The Breakup

Funny how the last moment I remember with you is a happy one. The time we spent listening to random old 60s, 70s, and 80s music. "Don't Disturb This Groove" "Inside My Love" "Nights Over Egypt." Yes, that's what I remember; you sliding your hands up my thigh signally that you wanted some. I bashfully pretend I don't know, nor feel your hands but my skin creates chill bumps blowing my cover. Damn! I push your hand away to create some roughness and play, only to submit to your warm kisses and embrace. Ah yes; those are the fond memories I store, but like a light switch you said, "it all changed." Unexpected showers came and the storm was bigger than our foundation could allow Can we stand the rain? Apparently not, because your scent is starting to fade away. Had I practice throwing you out in my head before so I knew just how to, like a practiced drill or the anger in me that you didn't come to me. Ironically we had just listened to "Don't Ask My Neighbors" by The Emotions and boy was the night emotional. Letting your boy's words overpower our connection. Your trust. Instead, of coming to me to find out I love you. Like a switch it, us, was gone. It was over!