I’ll never see you,
And I think I know how the sun must feel about the moon
You live on in my head,
Like a tumor I cannot excise.
Or refuse to.
I can’t tell anymore.
Funny how nobody ever truly leaves,
They become ghosts,
Animated by regret, goodwill, love, jealousy, pettiness
Muffled by distractions, dates, girlfriends, sex.
Please, just let me be.