People, things…or memories.

If I had never known you, I would have said people.

And only because it felt right.

Maybe I did care about what people think,

Maybe I did not want them to think me cold.

Now I lie here, staring at the ceiling,

with that crushing feeling.

Unchanged by the fact,

that it was me who left.

I knew you weren’t the one.

But maybe, just maybe,

the one is a stupid thing,

Maybe good enough is all we ever get,

And all that we should hope for.

I remember the things you said.

You loved the way I held you,

You said you felt safe.

I never felt like a shield,

But I was happy to be one for you,

For a little while anyway.

I replayed the hundred ways

Our lives could have been different.

Another place, another time,

I wish you said yes the first time,

I wish now we had more time.

There is a reason I have learned to forget,

I would say it is you,

But I can’t give you credit, not yet.

Forgetting is a process,

Not something to buy off Amazon, 30% off.

So I will lie here a little longer,

Weighed down by your memories.