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stages of detachment

ground zero

i become aware of boundaries

i am a dog chasing cars

i sing your voicemail to sleep

there are no surgeon general warnings

to tell me that

*the objects in the mirror

are more depressed than they appear*

so how do i tell you

that there are parts of my life

that move slower

without you in them?

or that i look for you every day

in emails & unanswered calls

in the sunrises

i didn't choose to be awake to watch

that i sometimes still stare at doorways hoping you would walk through them

   stage 1 you tell your new lover you've got a splinter and they pull the sound of your body falling asleep on mine out of your fingertip

   stage 2 your new lover says something at dinner that makes you choke so they call 911 & the paramedics do the hymleich not knowing you would ***** our promises all over the the restaurant

   stage 3 your new lover surprises you by cleaning the house & washes the shirt you kept next to the bed, not knowing it was the last thing you had that smelled like me

after

people always ask

what was loving her like?

after a really long silence

i just say

"it must be nice"

but i never say

it's watching paint dry

i never say

it's a window seat in hell

i don't tell anyone

about the dreams

where i am reading you

bedtime stories

each one is a different way you die

& every time i can never save you

dreams where what i think

are angels in my bedroom

are just homeless versions

of myself you never loved

i have dreams

where i pay someone to shoot me

just to see if you would cry

just to see

if you would cradle my body

i don't tell people

that loving you is like

playing piano

for someone who can't hear

that it's hitting repeat

on my favorite song

& forgetting the words

every time it starts over

that it's finding out

there's no milk after you already

poured yourself a bowl of cereal

it's getting locked in the dark

& being told to

look on the bright side

that loving you is like

being reminded of what it felt like

the first time

you accidentally let go

of a balloon as a child

it's drowning without the water

it's the feeling you get

when you start to dance

& the song ends

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