Weeks

Week one

I refuse to speak to you.

You appear to do the same.

I look at the last text you sent.

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Week two

I miss you.

But I’m not cracking yet.

Plus, I’m still angry.

This silent treatment will continue until we’re both cured.

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Week three

I forget.

I have much more important things to do.

I imagine talking about them with you.

But, then I remember that I have other friends.

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Week four

I’m obsessed.

I can’t believe you haven’t broken yet.

I’ve nearly texted you twice today.

Is living your life without me really so easy?

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Week five

I bet you’re upset.

I bet you regret how it ended.

After how it all went down,

I can’t imagine that you’re not thinking about it.

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Week six

I forget once again.

But it feels different this time.

Probably because I know that this isn’t a blip, or a glitch.

It really is over.

And you’ll never know how I am, or where I’ve been.

I don’t know anything about you now either.

I’m living my life. Without you.

It’s possible.

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Week seven

I forgot to finish this poem.

You have no space in my journal any more.