sharp memories

A poem for someone I love: hey you, I've been there too.


"It took me a year to believe it was over
It took me two more to get over the loss
(Whoa whoa)"
- Enid (song)



Thinking
of a missing heartbeat
Wishing
for a terrible lie
To walk in and hold me
only every night
Until I wake up and find everything's right

Plotting
a way to fall away
Laughing
at the sharp memories
Wracks me, distracts me
it's painful to breathe
Knowing you're out there without me

Hating
that I still want you, dear
Distance
is a double-edged sword
Closure, exposure,
oh which do I need?
Try to believe in the finality

Missing
many things about us
Breaking
all the strewn evidence
Give up on hoping
I'll be alright soon
One day at a time in this packed empty room