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your voice on the message machine is layered
with memories i want to forget
i am new
and you left me

you will never know what it took to let you go
nor will you ever see the results of the labor
i am born
and you left me

my hands on the dial pad feel strange
i do not dread nor yearn
i am blank
for you have left me

this poem is not right because this poem is articulating things that are gone
my being refuses to acknowledge
the absence
it wants to push you and hide you and sweep you aside to
oblivion
pretend you never happened to my heart
somewhere i recognize your voice
on my message machine
but already i have obliterated it
the familiarity of your halts
the way you say my name
of course i love you still
but if you would hate all the memories that still lived
what is fair but to kill them
and start with you
of course i love you still
but i choose to kill you in my body
and survive
for never before have i
survived