Voyages of My Mind

10. Disinfectants

You asked me why
I still write poems 
about you
even after
the series 
of unfortunate events
that were us.

So I'll ask you too
why do you think
disinfectants these days
do not guarantee
total annihilation
of germs
(and perhaps emotions?)

You see,
only
99.99 
percent of you
were killed by 
the alcohol
I poured on my wound.

This poem
is the 
0.01 percent
of you
that still lingers,
waiting for you
to rekindle.