The Best Kisses

by Gary Percesepe

So I told her

think of it this way:

you are my unlived life.


Um, she said

flatly, without inflection.

Her nose twitched.


I don't know what

that means,

she finally said.


I don't either,

I lied.

But it's like


when I think of you

I'm reminded

of how you made me


feel when we were

together, those short

five months


or was it six?

Possibly only four.

It depends on


whether you count

those kisses that came

after the breakup.


Why do the best kisses

come at the end?

I wanted to know.


Because by then

you're past caring

what anyone thinks


she said in my

unlived life, years

after the breakup.