VII. forget

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i should forget you
but my mind cannot seem to accept it
you haunt me every night

i mustn't think about you
not at all
not the slightest

yet every time i see you
you stay for a while

and when you're gone i wonder where you have been
and i'm back on square one again

even he makes me think of you
that's why
i seem to have lost the ability to fall in love

because everyone makes me think of you
even the slightest detail can trigger it

your dark brown eyes
the tan skin i admired so much
that one shirt you always wear
your stupid beige pants
hell, even that dirty blue coat of yours

{written september 2023}

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