Semantics
When I think or talk about you,
time seems to get in the way.
I always forget,
or maybe I want to forget,
that your time –
our time together –
has ended.
I find myself using words like ‘is’
or ‘does’, ‘will’ or ‘has’,
but then the sharp slap of memory stops
the flow of words.
Then I remember that memory is all we have left.
All I have left of you.
It is so hard to change ‘is’ to ‘was’,
to acknowledge out loud the realities I don’t want to be.
Time rambles onward
like a run-on sentence,
painfully punctuated by grief and loss,
but I have to complete this sentence alone now.
This story will keep writing itself
whether I want to read it or not;
better that it be the truth, an honest retelling of who I am
and how I came to be.
And so I must remind myself to put you in the past tense,
because you will never be present again.
What do you think?