actually
not too sure of what's gotten into me
because you and I no longer speak
nor do we ever see each other
still
even though there is no longer "we"
even though her & him & he & she
keep telling me to leave you be
to not make contact to set you free...

it's a little sick
that I keep these notes from you
now serving me sick little lies
on imaginary platters
to remind myself that it was real
and more importantly, it mattered