Linda M. Crate- A Poem

cheated 

oh, it aches in me, this river
of love flowing through me
singing constant psalms of only
your name; how is it that you
can so easily forget me
when i remember everything of
you etched into the stars of my soul?
how you once told me my eyes
were anything but boring
as they were the color of coffee —
the way you said my name,
of how we held hands,
our medieval banter,
the first time we made love;
painting the kitchen wall together,
chucking wood into the
basement, tearing down trees and
roots from the property your
grandfather gave
to you —
yet you've forgotten my giggle fits,
my smiles, tokens of appreciation
and love tucked into the
corners of your room;
and i can't stop loving you even in
knowing you love her.