A Painful Conversation with Myself
I am finding you in everything,
making notes of what I wish to tell you,
writing letters for you in the pages of my phone,
tracking every thought of “I love you”, “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”,
but you want time alone
strung on the uncertainty
of when or if ever we will talk again,
so I guess my holding on,
tight grasp you’ll text me at any moment to give it another shot,
my tracking of thoughts, emotions, wishes,
are causing an emotional torture,
as I should stop holding out hope
and follow your efforts
of letting go
-POE(MS)