I have written too many poems about youfor you to become a distant memory.There are too many lines...

I have written too many poems about you
for you to become a distant memory.
There are too many lines about changing
but never doing the work. I don’t know
how I’ve gone on this long with your name
still stuck in my mouth. And no matter how
many times I’ve tried to write you out
you still linger within every corner
of my deluded mind.