"'Member Me, Sweetie?" (Poem)

I think they time out breakups-

Call it the night before, the morning after.

We were always flipped, ended so-

We had our morning before, our night after.

Because I hit him in the afternoon,

Bit the muscles in my cheeks and whispered into the phone.

The old boy hung up so quick.

I went home and scrubbed my mouth, my skin, my eyes.

I was only fourteen but did an excellent job of washing myself free of him.

Spent the weekend playing music and I was over it by Monday.

And he was the adult (20)

And he should’ve dropped the whole damn thing.

So why is he texting four years later?