I want to know
how long
it’s going to
take
for me
not to cry
when I think
of you
Can you remember the lilac
shades slowly falling,
floating to the ground?
The sounds we made?
Can you recall the night
I kissed you and very
clearly promised
that when and if you
left me
that was it?
The hardest thing I’ve ever done
is learning to live with
wretched realization
that
this only happened in my head
