Lines to an Ex-Girlfriend
The names carved in the campus beeches
expand each year like our love
-- the cringe-worthy words I wrote back then
seem artificial to me now -- what art and artifice.
And we never carved our names in the trees,
although I implied we did. All those initials:
hearts peeled like beech bark. I remember
the ache even now, wonder if I was just
one more man who shared your bed.
Christopher T. George