Desperately want to forget your face.
Im haunted by you in my dreams.
Come to the realization that I am doing it all wrong.
Im trying to fill the empty space that spells your name with the names of other things.
But like the wrong puzzle piece, it will not fill.
Like trying to push a square into a circled hole.
It looks like the photo drawn by a toddler - the blur of colors outside the lines.
My mind echoes a constant "I told you so."
I can't seem to mutter the words aloud to anyone worth telling.
An attempt to bring the words to my lips releases a choke of pain - my ribs tightening, threatening to take the air from my lungs.
A pang of fear resides.
I refuse to let you be the death of me.
Mostly, I am angry.
You've dared to pretend that I do not exist.
Do you think of me?
This I may never know.
Could I have done something different?
Was I wrong?
Were you?...
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