catharsis
Every moment is a poem if you hold it right.

I haven’t seen you
for two days 
and I probably
will not see you
for six more

And what teriffies
me the most is that
I had been recalling
your face for two
months back in July
each inch of your flesh
each color of your eyes

But now
it seems like 
I can’t remember
what your skin smells
like nor what your voice
sounds like at 8:00AM

I am so sorry
I never wanted to
forget you like this

happiness