11/27/2020

I won’t finish this piece
I don’t want to
I don’t have to
I’m regretting even writing
this much already
I used to think about you
every day
now I might go weeks
in-between
and they were right,
it doesn’t sting as much
anymore
but it doesn’t sting
any less either
and then this realization
springs a new feeling
worse than the sting
in its own special way
but I’m also hard on myself
which you would find dumb
I miss you
simple enough
you were taken too soon
everybody says
but it’s true and most days
I just wish everyone would
shut-up
unless they’re talking
about you