There are days I will miss.
But there's days I've learned not to.
Like the days when I had you,
Your attention, your eyes.
I saw your name on a screen
And it wasn't a surprise.
I'll think of you in a song,
And it makes me smile.
Your hands, your gaze, your arms.
Those are the days
I've learned not to miss.
Instead, I will learn to miss the days,
Without you.
The winter nights under a clear sky,
Music that doesn't have you
Attached to it in thoughts.
Things that you've never touched.
Moments you've never known.
Memories you'll never be in.
I'll remember those days.
Days when you pushed me, swinging.
Days you leaned in and whispered,
Because we knew things
No one else knew.
Our little secrets.
Days where my heart fluttered,
Rather than ached.
Days when I fell,
But thought I was flying.
I won't remember those days.
The days I pushed myself on the swings.
Days I could fly, and touch the stars.
Days I never met your eyes,
Because it's the day I realized
I didn't need your gaze.
Days with empty parking lots,
And yellow lights.
A heavy heart is better than
No heart at all.
You taught me that I don't need
Our little secrets.
To feel attached to something bigger.
I'll remember those days.
I won't remember you.
I tried to turn you into poetry.
To capture you in lines of elegant words.
But you're a waste.
I made a nightmare into poetry.
I did the impossible behind closed doors.
Thin walls, and thinner sheets.
Because you can't write when you're in love.
Only when you've been hurt.
Only when you think you're
Alright.
There never was us.
And you aren't poetry.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll remember
Not to remember you.
