what happened to "us"

how am i supposed

to move on

when i still see you

in every 

cat, lizard, sunrise

slice of toast, tulip,

cow, winter night, 

cold shower, and

breath

he changed in the same way

spring changes to summer

summer changes to autumn

and autumn turns to winter

slowly, right before my eyes,

and then all at once

so that i couldn’t even recognize

him

nobody would ever want to read a book

about “wrong person, wrong time”

tropes

so why am i 

still writing

i used to think of him as the sun

and smile to myself

but now it seems

he took the sun

and with it

the flowers,

the moon, and the stars

away from me, 

just because

he could