similar

post it note reminders.
every time i think i've picked
them all off
another appears
stuck to him.

one year, gone.
no memory, it doesn't
even feel real.
it has no materialistic value
it cannot be touched
it cannot be
reproduced.

i bought him a long time ago
and my warranty is up.

how long will this one last
before it breaks,
before it must be returned
before i no longer get
my money back.

at one time, the world was ending
but it decided,
'that isn't exciting enough'
so here we sit.

everything was so common
and needed no thought
and history is repeating
and repeating
and it's good, but nostalgic
and heart wrenching
and how many more times
must it repeat
before i get it right?

fear swells
for one day he may look
how he used to
and you'll have to face it.
you may have to face him,
accompanied
and that would be worse.

all you are, is rage
sometimes pretending to be
laughter and
every other emotion people
see on your face.

how many months until things go
sour?
not yet do your fingers yearn
to confine themselves
to tracing monotonously
continuously, hungrily,
but you're sure it's getting
close.

things are divided now,
split
but certain days
when the sun is shining bright
it's all the same.

maybe he was going crazy
thinking you thought of him
out of the blue.
or maybe you're just hopeful
and he's angered, contemptuous
and disgusted.

you want to talk for hours
but you also want to
forget.