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why did I have a dream about you?
and why did it humanize you, making me feel sadder than I should?
in the dream, I don't really know how we met up but you told me,
"i'm sorry" and "i missed you" while you had an arm linked with mine, side-by-side.
a dream that has got me wondering whether it's true or a set-up of my own disappointments.

there is no point.  there is no good.
I don't want to keep rewinding and replaying the intimacy on your bed under the sheets.
I don't want any of it.
I want to be cold and cruel, giving you a moment to make it or break it.
asking you: "are we ever going to see each other again?
because if we are not, then consider me out and gone."

I'm about to erase you one last time, rid of anything that reminds me of you, or has anything to do with you.
I'm taking your words.
you told me I should be mean to you.
maybe that'll start now.
maybe I do that by ignoring you.
removing you, no number, no name.

04-2015