cold sore love
There are these moments…words…that enter your ear and rattle in your brain, stuck.
“Just kiss me (even though you have that cold sore) because we’re married and you’re my wife.”
They hurt in my head, those words.
I want him to take them back,
to not say them,
for them to not be in my head.
They were words that promised a future.
Words he thought he could take back by leaving
but they are stuck in there
and they shorten my breath
and stop my presence
and make me stare into the past.
And they rattle in my head,
I wonder if he has mouth herpes too now.