stomach it
I had to stomach it,
swallow it whole.
It eats away at me.
Hearing a play by play,
of how great it is for everyone.
Every day,
new love -
no more unrequited love.
It taunts me, as I sit -
I swallow it whole.
The words of these people,
might as well be yours.
As they spill with excitement,
of their new loves.
I see you doing the same,
except it’s no longer
me.
Dates upon dates,
conversations upon conversations -
useless banter, and dead ends.
I sit alone on my balcony
feeling
the fresh air on my face.
I thought about you for three whole years.
Three whole years.
I haven’t seen you for an entire year almost.
An entire year.
Hearing your voice on the phone,
was such a fever dream.
It might as well have never existed,
might as well have never happened.
You say all the things I want to hear,
like a quiet breezy day.
But it meant nothing.
So again,
I erase you.
I swallow my pride, and
I erase you.
But I can’t.
