The Curve

So I try to remember that he does not exist any more.
With me.

So I try to recall that the feeling, the choking weight,
will always bear witness to the afterglow.

So I stand still and watch it all collide.

So I go insane and bite my own hand. But I still smile
that smile that means nothing and nothing smirks back.

There's a tear somewhere, ashamed of itself.