Today It Hurts by Eric Sparks

But tomorrow it won’t be so bad, as
I tell my friends the feeling was mutual;
and that we both needed our space
and we just didn’t feel the same,
even though I did.

And the next few weeks won’t be so hard,
as I hide in blue clouds, but only for a short
while, as not to terrorize my life, but just as
a small, and I feel appropriate, memorial.

And within months I’ll be able to laugh again,
and will soon be making jokes about life and
about you, like, “No, I’m not jealous, my dick
was in that mouth.” Even though I am
slightly jealous (more like missing you) and relatively unconcerned
with where my dick has been.

But within the year, as it turns out,
I’ll be quite over it, and one sudden day
I’ll read a poem that reminds me why
I loved you and I will realize that even when
the love fades, the reason can’t.