glasschild
I'm not going to try and remember your name.
I'm not going to remember how your fingertips felt
or the crooks on the sides of your smile,
or how you said my name,
or the way you squint your eyes to the sun.
I'm not going to remember you at all.
I promise.
You're not the mail in my inbox
so please stop your Re: Hope
as in regardless of how much
Hope you think you have in
Us, I know you and every lie
you can finger. All you're
going to get from me is
Re: Go away. As in
Iveheardyourwordstoomanytime
and I'm not opening my letters
tonight.