There we were

sitting in Lisa's basement

I'd heard you said

you wished your man

had a body like mine

which made me laugh

a little, since he had

a body like yours.

And he was there

and so was some other guy;

I can't keep track.

You didn't want me to

so right there in front of both

I slid my hand behind,

underneath, around you--

sleazy and sexy,

and realized why

they were competing.

Since you made me want

more than I knew.

No regrets or remorse,

but nothing more.

And still a memory.

I'd rather cherish

than forget.

Later,

in my only death dream,

we were there again

and your boyfriend

saw us, reached

for a gun,

and shot me dead awake.

So I never called.