How to unfeel, to unmeet

Do not feel too much attached

Tis possible

To untag yourself from their albums

and feel no remorse

Remove pictures from your gallery,

and free up some space in your phone

Mute them, unfriend them; not so cool.

Unfollow, block them,

Their contact information purge and still call them dolls

And tell friends and family not to ask you about them

and suffer no virtual loss at all.

But how do you unfeel, how do you unmeet them?

Am I a haunted house? An empty haunted house

How do I unroll, those cool moments we rolled?

Unball how we balled

Unrock the many parties we rocked?

So much to unfreeze,

So many things to undo.

Just before dawn, the night breeze

Your hair thrown all over your face

Moonlight seeping through swaying tree branches through

Our window, your skin glinting

Sound asleep on my chest

How do I forget?

How do I unfeel you?

Haunted by memories that refused to leave with you

I avoid the public park,

Near the large pond where we rowed the leaky boat that nearly drowned us

The sight of the pier torments me.

The deathly silence at the public library

Punctuated by your flipping pages

At the Poetry section shelves

Peering among books, lowering your glasses

Our eyes meet, my hands melt.

I hear your giggles reverberate in the formation

of rainbows

When our bus joins the snarl up near the city water fountain

CHEERS. CLICK. XOXO. CLICK.

Your phone lifted to the gods of ‘selfies’.

Waving a two-finger peace sign, looking on from the bus window.

I will change this route.

How do I unmeet you?

So today I walk into a restaurant and recline to a quiet corner

A new place, great ambience

Teary. I don’t know whether it’s the chili in my order

Or the normal hurting at my throat a-choking

I do not have to forget you, pacifying

I can keep memories and enjoy them every time I remember

Time, tell me I’ll heal

Time, tell me I’ll unfeel

I want to unmeet you.

And not in places I cannot

Keep myself from visiting.