you know what's fuc//ked up?
that you can be without someone
for six months, a year, five years and have mastered
not thinking about them,
but no matter how much time passes there
will always be that moment where
you see a photo of them
or catch a little of their cologne on a crowded
street and suddenly you're plagued
with a rapidly sinking stomach
and the relentless question,
"what'd i do
wrong?"
