someday when i publish these as 

my first book

of breakup poems 

someone will ask you

how it felt to 

inspire such an incredible book and

they'll tell you to read it and when you do

you'll remember everything we had and wonder

why you left

just the way i did for weeks after

and you'll realize how much

you missed out on and 

how much i hurt and you'll

call me up and remind me and

i'll remind you that i remembered and that

i'm okay now, no thanks to you, and

you'll grieve over me the way i mourned for you 

all those years ago

when you left me