I Think About You Every Day Poem by maggie martin

I’m over you now…
I think about you every day, but it’s not the same..
imagination creates such lovely lies…
we didn’t even know each other, yet we worshipped who we hoped we could turn the other into…
I’m over you now…
wishful thinking threw the white flag
and bowed before her conqueror, free…
I’m over you now…
I do not remember your breath on my skin, the taste of your sweat, the safety of your arms…
logic has bested the ego’s illusion to dupe a fool with empty reassurance that love was real.
checkmate.
I’m over you now…
I dream about you every night, but really….
it isn’t the same.