At a party with friends

And an old flame, now extinguished

He ended it months ago

but the pain is still present,

Burning like whiskey down my throat

I see him move a hand under a blanket shared by another boy

He must be reaching for his phone

I forget about it

Later

Through the blanket

I see a bump

moving around on the other guy's leg

Maybe he's just scratching an itch

Or fixing his shorts

But I know better

I try to push it from my mind

But I can't

We put in a movie

He throws the blanket over the new flame

Just enough to cover both of their hands

Wait, he did that to me,

Covering our hands so that no one saw

Our forbidden interlocking of fingers

But now us had become them

Residue on places our experienced emotions leave

When full we are with felling

Over the edge spills some vibes

left to absorbed by us be.

Have ever you felt in a parking lot and sat

the phantom joy of spontaneous danced parties happened

or the passion previous of a carred exchange

Be them ever felt by you?

“Attention paid be must”

constant crying are the ghosts of feelings past

Have heard them you Or have eluded your senses are they?

Decipherable they are sometimes not

and cryptic in their messages be

But every place has its emotional residue.

Has felt it ever been by you?