i feel sorry for the woman you were forgetting

when my sweater was neatly laid on your couch.

you forgot her while in bed, even when your dog barked her name.

you forgot her while watching me take off my cocoon of hockey jersey and denim, becoming smooth skin in front of your eyes.

you forgot her when we tried to stick needles with diamonds into my tears. I had pleaded: push them through,
even if i cry. but you didn’t. (now you have given me no diamonds, while the woman you’ve forgotten has two.)

i feel sorry for the woman you were forgetting

even if you are undeserving of hopeful regrets,
i hope i was worth regretting