Your Roofies

I took the flowers from your stone, ripped off their heads
and braided them into my curls.
partly because you didn't deserve them,
mostly because you'd always loved being in my hair.

I know who you are.
you're me, or something like it.
and I knew who you were,
but not really.

a contradiction,
scourged with a pulse.

the only way out
is the way we came in,
and we've been here so long
that that path is gone.

remind me to give you the next thing
I plan on losing.

letting go is the hardest thing
I have ever done.
I think that's why
I haven't yet.