forever yours

she sends me a picture
on her phone of a pomegranate
martini.
she's out drinking
without me,
again.
we've grown apart.
no longer drinking together,
eating bad
food
at the bar.
we haven't dipped calamari
into a red sauce
in like, forever.
I send her a picture
of my broken
heart.
one of those little
candy hearts
from valentines day
that I found
between the couch
cushions. it says
in blotted ink,
forever yours, so
untrue.