I wonder what it would be like to see you again.
I wonder what I would say to you, if anything at all.
I wonder if I would long to hold you.
It’s very unlikely that our paths would cross accidentally, but I’m still afraid to see you.
When I think about you I feel that I’m forgetting you.
I try to piece together piece of your face in my mind.
Eyes. Nose. Ears. Mouth.
I have forced myself to completely forget about how your touch feels to me.
I’m trying to move on, letting him in pieces at a time but he’s not you.
He’s not you but you’re not even worth of any of this.
Written January 22, 2009
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