There’s still moments
when I hear you
talking, walking away from me -
stiff backed, strong willed,
Flashes of glances of brown eyes
crinkled up in laughter at a joke -
you don’t laugh at my bad jokes
anymore,
And I tried not to
read your Facebook statuses,
or watch you
across the room,
I tried not to
remember your poetry,
or the way you always believe in
yourself,
I tried not to remember what being
your friend was like, being more than
friends,
I tried not to remember any time
I spent with you, or time spent
with my mind on you,
I ignored your presence,
your breath and steps
until you were nothing but
a name on someone else’s
tongue,
an image on the inside of
my eyelids,
a ringing in my ears,
you leaked away from the days
and out of my life