It doesn't help to
think about things that have
journeyed down the long road of
never-coming-back-again.
No, it doesn't, but

it hurts to remember.
it hurts to forget.

sitting outside your room
on the floor
my insides twisting
my stomach lurching
your quick breathing

it hurts to remember.
it hurts to forget.

white walls
white halls
white face from all the
needles and tubes
trying to inject themselves in your system
they were supposed to make you feel better but
instead, you became their victim.

it hurts to remember.
it hurts to forget.

the last promises
the last kisses
the last touches
the last breaths

it hurts to remember.
it hurts to forget.

I am restless from
all this trying
to figure out which is best because

it hurts to remember,
but it also hurts to forget.