your invitation was lost before
it made it to the mailbox.

and of course you wore white, under pretense
of coincidence; your lips were red,
oh so red, right up to his cheek,
where your kiss screamed

infidelity.

(she wiped away your mark
and wore your lipstick on her hand.
wouldn't you know,
it stained that pretty dress.)

she forgives you.
she forgives you.