The Wagging of Stallion's Tail

When the stallion and I broke up. I was at peace...relieved.....surprised at much I looked forward to returning to my routines...

Then it seemed to change as spontaneously as the wagging of a tail.   Moments started being spent

daydreaming about our periods of closeness....when he singled me out from a group to make sure

I was comfortable or happy....feeling unity in convos...making out at stoplights

When I drift off in this manner, I will hand pick a memory that was less nurturing and slap myself awake