10 years past,
A 1 minute phone call
To apologize for 3 years of heartbreak.
Do I not deserve more?
Another minute to tell me
He is rejoining the church.
There it is.
I am one man’s checkbox
On a list made by another
To join a sacred club
That still tells women
How to dress and to serve.
He must still think himself quite a gift,
To believe I need the lauded closure.
He must not know how my skin recoils
At the very idea of him.
I only ever needed to forget
I was naive enough
To let him touch me.