it seems almost as if
you created the
world
because i find pieces of you
in everything
even though
i only
want to forget you

and what use
is the memory
of your anatomy
but another
pocket of knowledge
memorized without
realization

another
imprint
that i cannot
scrub away
after
i have tested
and failed
even though
i knew
all of the
answers

when he left
it was as if
someone had
flattened my veins
and poured my
blood
into the ocean,

because i cannot
shower
or drink
or swim;

i can only
drown
in the metallic
taste
of my own plasma
creating a new
universe
without me

who are you
but a few molecules
of the universe
stitched together

what is your voice
bur a single vibration
lost within the echoes
of a thousand more

you tell me that i matter,
that i am different,
that i am special,

but what am i
but a single
strand
of endless DNA
that could still function
after the death
of my chromosomes