Just a Faded Memory

 (a sestina)

I starred into those hazel eyes,
but in those caves, there was nothing
only a miniscule glint of memories
on those lips lay all my past kisses.
So why do they question me like I am your girl friend?
They should be asking her, she has your heart.

I will curl up on my leather couch, Hart
of Dixie in the background, threading the eye
of my needle. I will go to bars with my friends
and drink, party and flirt like nothing
matters. That dark stranger will lay kisses
on my red lips. I will make new memories

without you. Sometimes I will flip through pictures, memory
bringing back the good and the bad. But my heart
has cleared. I now know many kinds of kisses,
I have looked into rainbows of eyes,
but I make myself feel nothing,
only some have become true friends.

I lean on them, my real friends.
We laugh over inside jokes, crafting memories
on drunken nights, but remembering nothing
the next day. The bar boys enjoy our heart
shaped asses as we fix our shoes, do not care for eyes,
only wish to feel our kisses.

But I can not live this way forever, kissing
the surface and skating through life with friends.
I have to look life in the eye,
mold my mind and shape my memory,
have someone quality help stitch my heart
and fill it with cheer, leaving nothing

behind to prick my skin, nothing
to harm my fragile kisses,
make me loyal, make an honest heart
out of me and find my best friend.
For I may recall you in memory,
but I no longer see eye to eye.

My heart will sing with sweet nothings,
a new set of eyes meeting my lips with a kiss,
a friend and rewritten memories.