An Open Letter to my Ex-Ex-Ex Girlfriend

It’s been what, two or three years now?
I still remember that thing you do
when you smile
where you bite your lip
and try to avoid my eyes.

I’ve forgotten my old address,
I always lose my keys,
and I forget that my parents
even have birthdays.
But those ten digits
(plus a 1 if I’m calling from home)
won’t leave my mind,
no matter how politely I ask.

We couldn’t last. I know.
We want different things.
I know.
We’re such different people.
We’re so far apart.

Yeah.
You’ve told me.
I know.

But when did knowing ever stop me?

Every time I meet a girl,
I say I’m over you.
And every time I lose a girl,
I don’t miss her…

Somehow
you invaded
every part
of my life.
I can’t eat,
or drink,
or smoke,
or read,
or even think
of a house
on a hill
in the trees
with a dog
without your laugh
invading my mind.

I won’t ask around,
and I’m not going to call.
I just want to know…

Does she love you the way I used to?