he never smiled in photgraphs.
no one ever inspired so much poetry in me.
and no one ever made me so sad.

i used to nibble at his fingertips,
and long after it was all over,
i still lingered at his bedroom door
preparing my teeth.

i thought i missed love,
but having found so much of that neglected on the pavement,
i realize that what i miss
is being so throughly ignored.