I.

Please don’t call, you wouldn’t like me outside of the space we constructed for ourselves, my eyes won’t ever be as blue as they seemed to you that night, and I know that your hands are probably not as wonderful as they felt, and surely your smile is not quite that devastating normally, and imagining your voice is better than hearing it over the phone line, I’ll file away the memory of your kiss, I’d have to destroy it if I ever so much as glimpsed your lips again.