Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I remember the damndest things about a woman.
How she pulls up her jeans when she's in a hurry
how she smells after work
the way the edge of her nose turns red in June.

For the life of me I can't remember her middle name
or whether or not we had sex and after which parties

I can remember to stay mad
and the tight skin on her neck.

I can remember when it all comes crashing down
and the exact moment it ends.

That brittle moment ago where you were in love
right between stranger and need.

I remember trying
my damndest

to make something out of it.

Now...

Just where exactly am I?