here comes the chapter
in which i think of you
as a whatnot fairy-tale
each time they say your name and prayers.
there are so much of anything you ever said
the jokes you intended as honesty
the aftermath of every lullaby you’d sing
that i’d tell you to just “piss off”
but we know it only means i’d miss you more.
i still count the days
reread our texts
only to forget –
until we meet again.