Today, Love: An Anthology of Self

love for losing

I mourned you

Until I forgot you.

I guess that's what they mean

When they say it gets

Better.

The new things

Drown out the old until they

Might as well have never existed.

Like it's eerie how

I used to have to say your name

To describe myself, and now

It feels foreign

Even rolling off my own tongue.

Maybe it's naive of me, that

I still find it hard to accept

You can really just

Wake up and be

a little less

of yourself

with each

passing

day

.