There are women who leave and don’t look back

Who burn bridges with lighters that they keep in the back pocket of their jeans

Or tucked in their boots

There are women who drink whiskey without wincing

Who bend at the waist when they play pool and don’t scratch the felt

There are women who turn off their phones

Who want to be alone

I am not these women

I will always look back and ask first and keep matches in my purse

I keep my phone on because I am secretly hoping someone will call just to say

I was thinking of you sweetheart