narcol-ptic

Every morning,
I wake up and tell myself
“Today will be the day you will forget him.”
I get in the shower,
and wash you from my flesh,
rinse remnants of you still clinging onto me from my dreams,
watch you swirl into the drain.

And for a moment,
you stay there.
But when I step outside the shower,
I see you creeping from the drain.
You follow me back to my room,
a few paces behind me,
and then you begin to wind yourself
around my thoughts
like a boa constrictor.
Suffocating my mind with your presence,
until I can only see stars the color of your eyes.

Every morning,
I wake up and tell myself
“Today will be the day you will forget him.”
And every night,
I fall asleep saying,
“Tomorrow.”