I find myself spending hours
Trying not to think of you.
Telling myself to stop.
Yelling at my imagination
To quit redrawing your smile,
Convincing myself it’s too late.
Patiently, slowing pulling away
From drafts of how to
Tell you I care.
I find myself clenching my teeth
Grinding them tight
When I hear your voice
Echo in my right ear
Angry at my inability to
Control,
To abolish,
To abandon.
How can I be so weak?
How can my heart skip a beat
After one dance?