Do not tell me that I have impacted
you and do not tell me that I etched a
memory into your bones and that you
can feel the way my lips dragged
along your own flowered mouth because
I am not a hurricane and I am not a
natural disaster, I am only a human, I
am only a voice that belongs to the choir of
the world you are stuck in, I am just
a grain of sand left over from a torn-up
highway and discarded with the memory
of us because one person shouldn't be able
to affect another in the way you affect me.