Dear Ex

Dear Ex Lover

 I can still smell the sweat in your shirt after a thousand washings

I can still feel the dent in your side of the bed after months of mourning

I can still taste your morning breath after a year of flossing

Dear Ex Lover

 I promise I will stop recalling your phone number in my sleep

I will re-write memories inked in permanent markers

 I will stop checking for missed calls that you never made
I will stop measuring the speed of the flow of my love as it tries to reach out for the closing door

 I will catch the aching in my heart with peeping hands to stop myself from seeing you running, and running and running

I will trade question marks,

on your silent whereabouts

 for Periods.

of healing

if only

 you dump

…heaven…

For

me