Why am I so torn?
This should be easy
I should tell you to
Leave
Scram
Vamoose
Be gone
see you never
But I can't
My heart
it pleas your case
Each time I begin my protests
It begins to whisper
And weave
The memories of
Hands being laced
Bodies made of super novas
throwing me deep to oblivion
Where my world
Was made of our beautifully mingled laughter
Your perfect faces
Our silent conversations
The secrets
The time we spent
Building this world
Why can't I have it?
Oh yes
I remember
You left.
I moved on.
Didn't I?