Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

I was holding on to our first text and last phone call and

I was holding on to you. I was holding on to us. And it was killing me.

My body has become a tomb and I am learning how to unfeel all the hands that touched me that were not yours.

I turned too many shades of blue choking on all the things I wanted to say to you.

Let it be in knowing what we had and what we could have had again had one or both of us not been so god damn stubborn.

Love is too confusing and I am confusing all these men with you and their eyes don’t look like yours and their hands don’t feel like yours and their voices don’t sound

like yours and their intentions are not pure like yours. I am trying to forget. But I will always remember you.