there exists a portion of my being
that refuses to erase your memory
impossible, it seems
to forget what you mean,
what you meant,
or what you're becoming.
you don't materialize into a wild hallucination
or hold me in my dreams
when i'm dreaming of love.
i don't hear your voice in my mind
no laughter, no humming.
but when i'm falling in love
again and again
for someone new
so unlike you
i'll never feel the same pain as i did
the same anguish
the same starvation
as the day when it all made sense to me
when you broke me apart
you never let me back in