When I walk away,
the memories are supposed to erupt into a final blaze.
I will leave it behind me, and lead aimlessly, into an unknown tomorrow.
embers -
remains of a fire that once kept me warm and safe
creep along my skin
I'm supposed to forget you
while I am burning alive
as if it were just so easy

My subconscious plays with me  
for months.  
It doesn't know how to forget
what it felt like to have the privilege of loving you.
a dream
your face lit in the glow of your dashboard  
I ask you to pull over
there's no words.
I know this isn't real.
I know this won't help me.
I know you'd never do this.
you stop and look at me, as if you're reading my mind,

and I kiss you one last time
after so long of being in the cold

and this feeling

the electricity
rushes over me like
i'm caught in a wave.

You sink back into your seat
while I feel a million things
on each and every nerve of my body

and it hurts me.
to know that you started this.
the emptiness.
None of these feelings are real.

I feel guilty

and im pulled into the riptide.

And I wake up,
still walking the road
alone.

with only the chills on my spine to remind me that life was ever any different.