We met on the sidewalk,
Like the universe hit “shuffle”
And played our old track
Just loud enough for me to smirk
But not enough to rewind.
Your cologne said, Hey stranger.
My eyes said, We’ve done this dance.
Your smile said, Remember that weekend?
My chakras said, We’ve healed since then, thanks.
We hugged like grown folks—
No back-arching, no lip-biting,
Just two souls
Casually pretending we didn’t once
Call each other “baby” in six different octaves.
I remembered your laugh.
You remembered my thighs.
But nobody said it out loud,
Because healing got us classy now.
You see, I’ve graduated.
You were my semester abroad—
Exotic, intense,
And thank God temporary.
We were fire.
But sugar, I’m the whole damn hearth now.
Burning steady, not just hot.
I don’t need flashbacks. I got standards.
You looked at me like I was still that woman
Who moaned to your playlist.
But I’m a whole album now—
Grammy-nominated, self-produced,
No features.
So yes, love, it was good.
But I’ve switched genres.
From passion to purpose.
From chaos to compost.
From mmm to amen.
And as I walked away,
I didn’t ache—
I strut.
Not because I forgot,
But because I remember
Exactly who I am.
A full-bodied woman
With history in her hips
And holy in her laugh.
So let’s call it what it was:
A lesson.
A blessing.
A damn fine chapter.
Now closed.
But autographed–
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