I've tried deleting your number out of my phone to convince myself that
I won't contact you again. And I don't, yet I still can't help but
scroll through your social media accounts,
[on which I have unfriended you and
erased every trace of our virtual contact
or sentimental photos, as though it would rid me
of what had occurred]
Yet I smile at some things you say
and at others get a little bewildered what I ever saw in you.
Still, the smallest mention of another
or any implied intimacies
and I still get a warm bubbling sensation in my stomach
and a tightness in my chest.
I probably don't care.
I'm pretty sure
I don't care.