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.
