you've gone now, <br />given up on the idea <br />of who we were to be together- <br /> <br />I heard you are soon to wed, your love: <br />a woman with culture and age- <br />someone, so unlike myself, she won't dissolve <br /> <br />beneath the coill of your tongue- <br />my skin, the page <br />you'd write your poems on- <br />you don't remember, <br />the morning after- <br />forgetmenots and mints, <br />you left fever blisters in your stead.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fever-blister/
