August 8th

A Poem by Alexandra

This same day last year I walked across Park Ave. straight to the Clairidge theater where I watched a film you & I were supposed to go to. And you stopped talking to me for the dumbest reason & I thought I'd drop off the bridge on the turnpike, but first I just really wanted to see this movie. Cause you promised me we would see it. We never saw it. And there was no we. Only I. Alone. To
write a lonesome movie review afterward & hope you'd see it a couple weeks after when you might come too. And I felt the pang in my veins anytime I step foot in Montclair. Cause you took me here and I thought I could've only associate this town to you. But how wrong was I to believe that even after our summer interlude, I'd never come back here again unless green eyes accompanied me. To only see how funny fate works, I got asked for my hand in marriage just about a week ago on Park & Bloomfield in Montclair. By a pair of eyes that are much softer than green, by a pair of hands that hold me much tighter than yours & enveloped by a deeper love than the gulf we presumed our love
inhabited. He became my redo & the very last to take this flawed vessel. How much I'd give to show my thanks, how much I'd love just to feel more of his light & passion.

You were always full of broken promises, maybe it's time to call back Rose.