You can continue tryingto convince yourselfthat it’s you that I amwriting about, or that it’sthe...

You can continue trying

to convince yourself

that it’s you that I am

writing about, or that it’s

the thought of you that

keeps me up at night.

But I have not dreamed

about you in months,

or have woken up every

morning with your face

in my mind. I let the fire

of your memory subside

when I finally realized

that this thing we had,

this forced kind of love

that we had created, only

felt real when we both had

nothing else to look forward to.