My memory has been good to you since you left
It’s taken you and buffed your sharp edges
polished up your one-liners
And edited your conversations for wit and sensitivity.
It’s rationalized your selfishness and rather quick temper
Forgotten how you hated sharing a single bed
And inconvenience in general.
It even injects feeling into your empty phrases.
You’d love my memory of you.
So I wouldn’t advise you to come back
You could never compete with this memory of mine.
Even your eyes aren’t that blue.