Creature of Habit

forgetting has become a habit,

a second choice’s knee jerk reaction.

I will wipe you off with my makeup and put a new face on the next day,

one that doesn’t know you.

 

forgetting has become a habit,

for someone like me.

I will tuck you away until your rough edges have been smoothed,

rendered vague and harmless,

only then will I take you out and look at you.

 

forgetting has become a habit,

an absence is so much more comfortable,

this emptiness, familiar.

Maybe this is how I’m meant to be.