It's sad that it feels like
I cannot miss you
or want to see you
or like you
It feels like
I can't have you in any form,
even just as thoughts,
or as memories, kept in a room
And that— I cannot hope
or relive the strips of what we had...
And all we had
was just a little—
a portion of each other's lives
All were crumbs of bread
There, along the path
Yet I have to sweep, away, avast
Can't even pick the pieces up
So I just refused
to look at it.
Just walk...
Continue walking.
Yes.
Yes as if...
As if
it didn't exist.
