I’ve tried to rationalize
But love’s boundaries are irrational
I’ve tried to forget
Memory does not take direction
I’ve tried to distract myself
But at the end of the day, my thoughts turn to you
Perhaps if I knew for certain, this love is one-sided
I could move on
But I am a storyteller
Who has trouble discerning which stories are real
And so, I hold on to each day
And let go of each night
Sometimes in pain, and sometimes in peace
For now, after two years,
Missing you is a part of me