Consolation Prize

It started with tall soy lattes, Blueberry Hill and guitar hero; it ended with shattered ceramic mugs, a broken down volkswagen and a TV too heavy to move.

Mondays

Now, I can't wake after you've left for work and roll into the warmth of your half of the duvet. That was the best part about Monday mornings.

Je t'aime

Everything about you reminded me of that summer

in Montpellier, the way your fingers curled

around cigarettes, delicate and foreign

and the way you ate strawberries, juice staining your lips

just a little bit sweet and pink.