Forgetting
Why is it so hard to forget?
It's been over a year.
I'm right in front of my laptop.
Fingers just typed their way in to our convo mails.
Without any intention of doing that in the first place,
I just, don't know.
It's been over a year.
That was a long, long time honestly.
So tell me why,
why would water still spill on my cheeks?
Every word,
every intention to make me feel loved —
why do they all still tug my heart?
It's been over a year.
Yet here I am.
The past year may already be over.
But I'm not.
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