Last month:

I felt the driveway swallow me up
as I watched him drive away
again.

I fought my way out of its
white cement pit and
struggled to the door.

Yesterday:

I left him sitting on the couch,
sprawled in the leather,
a little bit lost.

I drove away quickly
without even a glance
back.

Because two days ago:

A new friend smiled at me,
flirted with me, told me I was pretty
kissed me.

Funny how perspective works.