The Process

I. I deleted your texts

I blocked your number

I threw out all the pictures

I donated your jacket to Goodwill

(and didn’t check to see if your scent still lingered)

I unfriended you on Facebook

I unfollowed your blog

I removed you from my life

II. I stopped talking about you to my friends

I think about you all the time though

I stopped tagging you in funny posts

But I know you would’ve laughed 

I quit writing you love letters

However, there’s six haikus in my journal about your eyes

I stopped singing every love song for you

I’ve started the process

III.  I imagine you hold me when I sleep 

I remember the way you hummed to me so I’d relax

and stop thinking so much

I hum the same tunes while I think

I still wear that perfume you love

I can’t eat popcorn anymore

(I know it’s your favorite)

I actually still write love letters to you

on my phone in the form of text

I haven’t actually sent any of them

even though I still remember your number…

The process is harder than I thought it would be.