this is the official OFFICIAL end to the "Letters to Joshua" exercise I wrote a while back...
You can say you've moved on,but that doesn't mean that its true y'know? But,this time, I feel like I've finally Moved On.
i read the poems i wrote for you,
shredded edges of paper tear-stained and smeared with ink
and i think that it doesn't hurt as much,
as it used to.
i think that i've finally forgotten the pressure of your fingertips on my bare skin,
and i think ive finally forgotten the beat to which your heart sings,
and my heart is healed,
and my lungs have finally remembered how to breathe efficiently,
and i can stand upright again with out gasping because the memories are so heavy in my chest...
i remember you and the way you set me on fire,
but i have felt nothing at all.