maybe the fact that i can’t
think of anything to say
means i’m finally starting
to forget about you.

i keep wanting to write about
how i can still feel you under
my skin, how my body aches and
my mouth hangs open
and lingers, waiting for your
breath to fill my lungs again,
but i can’t, and it doesn’t,
and i don’t feel like that,
anymore.

i thought it was because i was so
irrevocably in love with you,
i thought it was the way your
hands were the first to really
touch me, i thought it was
something in how i knew
all of your best moves
and how you could tell what i
was going to do before i even
knew, but now i think
i kept this up for so long
just to have something
to hold on to.

i’ve finally stopped feeling
like i lost something,
and now i have absolutely nothing
to write about, and i think that
is far worse
than your not loving me.