I have not written anything for you within the past two months.
I have not cried, have not remembered, have not thought of you.
Do you want to know why?
Because everything reminds me of you.
And I do not want to be reminded of the things that make me alive,
because my flames burn too bright and my embers fall too deep.
Math equations, guys with glasses, and soccer cleats.
You scorch me, but you resist me. I do not want that.
I’m in the process of moving on, but then you smiled.
Hell, you smiled and ruined it all.