To All My Lost Lovers

Here I am again-
Writing letters
Reeking of nostalgia and desperation
About times you’d rather forget.

Don’t get me wrong-
I don’t want you back.
You neither are or ever were “the one for me.”

But it’s only human to remember.

Well let me tell you:
It is not OUR memory
Of sweaty hands
Late night cavorts
Adolescent considerations
That I recall,
But mine alone.