If it ever really began,
And I'm learning to forget
Despite myself.
It's only rarely now
That I find your name,
Or the remembered taste of you,
On my lips.
Every time I remind myself
Not to want you,
I believe it a little more.
And someday soon
I'll walk into a room
And not seek your face.
I don't know if it meant anything,
But I hope that it did.
And I hope that you remember,
Even as I
Am learning to forget.
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