They tell me I should be over you by now,
like I can forget a broken heart and a kept vow.
They must think you are something I venerate.
Perhaps they feel it’s time to medicate
all the emotions I have for you away.
Like they don’t mean anything, like I have no say.
I do not idolize you, my dear.
Idols are meaningless, tangible gear
for good people with that kind of faith.
You are something I can not feel, not being any place.
You are a thought tangled into everything I think
that flashed in my mind like a comet or a wink.
So striking your rise, so sudden your fall,
leaving me wondering if I had seen you at all;
in an instant, changing everything that I was.