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.