Miheer

I've been trying for so long not to feel, Not to remember, not to love, hate, Or otherwise devote myself to anything. How was this done? I cut it out. I cut it all out; the seeds, The vines, The barbed thorns that ran deeper, Deeper than even I anticipated. And then there was him. I didn't notice, Perhaps didn't want to notice That particular shoot, Tender green tendril of leaf and promising bud. What harm could it do? Well now I have to cut it out again. This time, down to the root. And leave in its place enough scar tissue That it can't ever, ever come back. So, just this once, I will say: I love you.