What Makes Me Think of You
a poem, an answer, a harsh truth
You asked what exactly makes me think of you as if I ever stop,
each moment a new reminder of your laugh, the way your body moves, your signature jokes.
The short answer is everything:
everything that has a memory of you attached
everything we've ever talked about
everything I encounter that you might like or love or hate
until your voice echoes in my mind, a phantom of what once was.
You deny the truth, pretend you never meant anything to me
like I could make this up,
and my heart breaks again — this time for you.
I know the reason for your dismissal;
you need to believe I would lie.
It softens the regret when you think of me too.
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