i’m forgetting what you look like.
every day that passes
is another i haven’t seen you for.

which will end first:
the distance,
or the ache?

i’m doing fine now.
i shouldn’t need to torture myself with reminders.
but without you here, i have nothing but time,
all the time in the world to regret it.

it’s a change i’ll never adapt to.
you were there, now you’re gone.
how did you learn to unlove me so easily?

i still find myself cheek in palm,
twirling the thoughts around in a teacup.
i stare into regret as though it’ll tell me something.
mix it a little, lap it up with a spoon.

how hypnotic, the swirl of my conscience,
ebbing away from its porcelain walls.