Mamma, when he said I was leaving him 

tomorrow 

I sounded like the Devil in my ear. 

I said, “Do you remember those 7A.M. drives, 

smoking in your car, hiding from the cold?”

When those sweet, honey-brown eyes 

would at night grow blue shadows

I should have known that when the roads 

between me and him 

became smaller, my whole world would crash,

those red cheeks becoming pale and sunken.

You didn’t answer when I asked you if I was still as beautiful as 

the night we first met.

You sat there and said you clean up the roads. 

When I was low on gas and needed a jacket, 

you were still cleaning up tables.

I hope when you were kicked out you still 

remembered the taste of my pink lips and 

won’t forget that even though I was an angel, 

you wanted to be the Devil in her ear.