I love him.
I love him.
I. Love. Him
Three words stuck in the back of my mind.
I roll them over and over in my mouth before I practice how I will say it out loud. Will I ever say it out loud?
The taste of it disappears with each turn. I don’t think I can taste you on my tongue anymore.
How am I supposed to miss you if I can’t remember how you taste?
Are we strangers then?
Those words have lost all meaning now because I can’t remember why I loved you in the first place.
Why are you stuck in my head?
Your traces have left my sheets and my blanket smells less of you with each passing day.
Does yours smell of me too?