You lied about it.
It is okay.
The day is the same.
It is not like the phone doesn’t buzz anymore,
I just forget it’s not you.
And the tiny fraction of happiness,
Becomes too heavy.
It is not like I don’t have other things to think about,
You are too stubborn to leave my mind,
My eyes stare in an empty space,
Too scared to hope.
It is not like people aren’t a distraction,
But the air doesn’t fix the numbness and
Breathing is difficult.
You weren’t a dream right?
No your letters make you real,
And the mid finished crossword.
You forgot to clean the shelf again.
And your sweater, Yes well it helps me cry.
It’s not like the first time they absorbed my tears.
These photographs keep reminding me of
The memories that do not need a reminder.
And the mention of your name,
It brings me right to the ground and shatters every bit of strength I poured into standing up.
A scream of pain,
Followed by a hollow chest,
and You know what,
Just a part of me died that day with you,
And the remaining is stuck in the moment I saw you.
For the last time,
In a loop,