Why is it so hard to forget?

It's been over a year.

I'm right in front of my laptop.

Fingers just typed their way in to our convo mails.

Without any intention of doing that in the first place,

I just, don't know.

It's been over a year.

That was a long, long time honestly.

So tell me why,

why would water still spill on my cheeks?

Every word,

every intention to make me feel loved —

why do they all still tug my heart?

It's been over a year.

Yet here I am.

The past year may already be over.

But I'm not.