I take bitter pills to forget you,
I swallow them with honey
to mask the taste, and
they catch in my throat
like unspoken words

Still,
I think about you now,
imagine your dead eyes,
the telltale sign of your
jumbled mind

you gave up
you stopped living in reality
you are gone

all you were good for
was a handful of poems,
written in aggravation
and a handful of flowers,
long since dried up