Poetry Corner: An ode

Hey there! It's been a while since I posted any poetry. I have been writing again, but they're not polished yet. So here's something I dug up from a while back. My best friend was going through a painful breakup during our college days and he confided in me about her. So much, that it was almost like I knew her. So, I wrote a poem about it. The names have been changed to protect the innocent (or guilty :))

Dear Ariel: An Ode

Someone else will make you laugh
that giggle that comes from the back
of your throat the one you always did
when you used to think about us
while playing the Xbox together,
kicking my ass in Dr. Mario,
"ahahahaha".

And you will be slanting your head
sideways, your long chestnut ponytail
dangling down the left side
of your smooth ivory skin
and your round eyes narrow into that
"I want you"
look as you graze your fingernails
on someone else's arm.

Another man will be cuddling you tonight
his tanned arms enfolding you to his body,
your softness against his hard chest
like a warm security blanket against
the unfeeling world, cruel circumstances
which forced you away from me.

Every time I see someone kiss
either on TV or in those flashes of PDA,
which I was so against but now regret,
I think of your lips, those pouty half-
open twins of pleasure, plump and pillowy,
pressed against my own, sucking my lower lip
and when I tightly pull your hair,
I still remember your eyes open with surprise
and then melting with warmth as you think
"Oh he remembers what I like!"

And I do, I still know what you like,
every time I go to class and see the seat
next to me occupied by someone else,
and I remember every time someone calls me a geek,
or orders French Toast, gyoza,
Chinese fried rice and Japanese curry,
mint chocolate chip ice cream,
good creme brulee with the crunchy caramel top
or any kind of drink with Frangelica,
any time I see or hear about spas,
whenever I go to that movie theater
where we watched the movie you didn't want to see
or when that movie about our life comes on,
"Breakfast at Tiffany's",
when I pass your exit on the freeway
playing Text Twist or Sudoku or
Arvale...
playing video games on the couch with my friends
and chatting about any 80's stuff,
which always leads me to the Care Bears
and then I instinctively smell
that fragrance, your perfume,
that delicate hint of Vera Wang,
the pyramid bottle of your essence,
which you had sprayed onto the Pink Care Bear
with the heart-shaped belly,
the one you gave me
in childish seriousness
out of your personal collection.

I have put that bear into a box,
and stored it in my closet,
on the upper shelf.
I placed that bear and the emerald bangle
in the box, sealed it with tape,
and marked the sides with your name
because I don't want to be reminded of you,
it hurts too much
not because I hate you
nor because I don't forgive you
for leaving me
but
because
I'll always be thinking,
"Someone else is making her laugh..."