by Japneet Kaur
maybe it’s easier to let go
toss it into the fire
let it burn
watch it ignite and cremate
so that what’s left of it is
merely ashes,
and now, memories
it’s easier to let it drown
push it back
under the water
but this horrifying thing we call reality
comes back to the shores of my mind
again and
again
the thought of it resurfacing
puts pressure onto my lungs
I cant breathe
but that feeling is now normal
we know
it’s inevitable
the thought of us being us
is irrational,
impossible
to see that those
who long for each other
can’t be one
is another one of life’s tragic truths
maybe
it’s safe to say I love you
but maybe
it never will be.
