I keep falling in love
with a history
that doesn’t belong to me,
the faces continually change
but there is always a “you”
and always a “me”
and so I bury this “you” and that “you”
in this mental ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-lover,
ex-whatever graveyard
I’ve roped off in my head
courtesy of all these people
who might as well be dead.