another poem

Forget

You greeted me with a smile

And then we walked down the aisle

We laughed and preceded to flirt

Then you went home to the desert dirt

We did not speak for a long time

Then you asked me to visit and I said fine

I drove out to the desert's sun

For a few days of fun

I wanted it to be more

But you, you wanted a whore

I did not understand

I went home to the sand

I waited for your call

You said you would visit, after all

It was all a lie

I listened with a sigh,

When I heard, I told you so

We told you not to go.

I often think about you

When forgetting you is what I need to do.