Between the Lines

My rhyme scheme still sounds like you

I wish I knew

How to erase your face

From the lines I make

Every metaphor sounds like your laugh

Every turn just takes me back

I write stanzas that look like the peaks of your face

The outline of your nose

The curve of your lips

I wish I could edit everything to stop all this

I don't want to see myself create you again out of nothing-

But I guess it makes sense because that's exactly how We happened

It happens.