always something there

she lost her love and now it will be
written in the margins of their history,
so small and red, so cold and wet,
this love, my god, it could not get
any harder to bear, harder to swear
off men forever, with their slick hands
and curious touches like metal bands
enclosed around her tiny wrists, this
aching love is more like cruel twists
of ironic fate, how she will sink
while he will swim, the pale pink
of her cheeks switching over to blue
moon so sad in a dark cowboy saloon,
tears like waterfalls dripping in her
attempts to forget his face, his linger
and presence and the way he presents
himself in every single one of her dreams.