I applaud little Siddhartha tasks
like taking out the garbage,
doing the dishes,
which helps me forget
for a split second
that I gave my heart to a harlot,
who was more than a pretty face,
and while I count her on a list
of immortal few,
I have to move on
and be mindful that maybe one day
we will smooch again
in passing,
but never again forever.