I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends

I still wake up
with things to
tell you.

One day, I won’t.

I will learn placid acceptance.
I will stop panicking when I can’t perfectly remember
the pitch of your voice
or the curve of your jawline.

The smell of cinnamon won’t
make me sad anymore.

At this point it’s not about finding someone
to replace you. I have spread my love
all over the place.

It’s about trying to sleep
knowing

I live in a world
that has your hands
in it.

~ Trista Mateer

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