If wishes were horses

then I would recede

into nothingness,

a hole in oblivion

into empty-

turn myself outside in,

and forget

and let go.

Alt Ctrl Del,

reboot and rewire,

rewrite you out of my

heart and do away

with whatever it

is that we have 

been and become

and will be.

reclamation is 

a lie we try to believe,

because you cannot

reclaim love, nor

a heart in it. 

I feel her breathe

on you and i

taste kisses that 

are yours or hers or mine-

i can no longer tell,

and i wonder if

you thought of me.

If wishes were horses,

i would be but a speckle 

incapable of 

love and

tears,

of this.