the day I forget

A Poem by cechx

the aftermath of a relationship once so strong.

I cannot wait for the day my phone forgets you. When I type “L” the three letters that follow no longer spell out your name like the markings you permanently left carved into my chest as a constant reminder that I had once belonged somewhere. I will patiently await that morning I am able to walk through the park without remembering the first time your lips met mine, and the night following where I had spent smelling my sweater taking in the scent you left lingering on it. I will have the courage to finally throw away your toothbrush, instead of leaving it in the drawer next to mine. And one day I’ll be able to smell fresh French fries and not remember the days we spent in the kitchen dancing together, where spatulas acted as our microphone and the floor was our stage. I’ll turn on my Christmas lights and wear those PJ pants you loved without remembering the day you began my morning by kissing me ever so gently and we spent that day pretending my popcorn ceiling was our galaxy. I haven’t touched your stuff in months, your notes still hang off my wall like photos hung of a once perfect family that had been since broken just as our relationship had crumbled before my blinded eyes. what if you come back? I ask myself this every time I try to build up the strength to take them down, but the thought always wins. It took me two months to finally change your contact name. I told myself that so long you never called, or texted, it would remain the same. I couldn’t see it, so it was okay right? You didn’t exist as long as I didn’t see your name pop up on my screen. You were nothing but my imagination creating yet another fake person for me to wallow over until the next one comes along and breaks my heart all the same.