I know I am selfish

to cling to the husk

of what used to be us

but I can't

let go of the hope

that if I try

kiss

push

hold

cry

love

want

hard enough

what we had will just

appear

as if

I could turn back time

So with each touch

scratch

scribble

kiss

sob

fight

moment

I am selfish.

But I cannot stop. Nor do I want to.