I swear I'm done—no more sleepless nights
Watching your picture cross my phone's display,
No more desperate party invites
Or hearing echoes of your laugh in rain.
I've carved you out like blemish from my sight.
I don't want anything. I feel no pain.

But when October wind strips bare the trees,
I wonder if you ever ******* name
Like salt upon your lips, or if the freeze
Of winter mornings whispers things the same
As mine do—do you ache? Do your knees
Still buckle when someone plays our song's refrain?

You bloom without me—
This I know is right.

Yet still I hoard this fantasy like breath—
That we could meet again with different hearts,
And have one last dance, till death
that dark spirit in the dark shall do us part
Again