moles

moles

"can you tell me where the moles are on my face",
you asked,
like i didn't spend nights 
remembering your constellations,
like the one beneath your eye,
for when you scrunched up your face,
and your eyes curved into a smile,
even if the world was ending then,
i still would have stared for a while.
for when you asked me again,
like i do not remember the one on your nose, 
like i never held your face in my hands,
like i never kissed it when you came close.
for when you asked me again, 
i didn't want to answer,
cause you get to walk free, 
while i remain a prisoner to this never ending ring, 
and words i never said, 
are now just echoes that sting.