time still passing.

my heart still clenches when i seehearread your name.

even if it's someone else with your name

and the signs aren't even signifying you.

it feels like my heart puts on a wool turtleneck on a NY summers day

and heat can only escape out the top

as steam rises.

overflowing.

i shake it off.

because now you're not the first thing to come to mind

when i fill my Brita

or take the N train

or sleep

i lost the wallet you hated

and my phone stopped working so your angry bird scores

aren't there to remind me

of your superiority.

but i still don't venture farther east on the L train

and i still don't eat mac n cheese

and i still don't know what to say.

i just know that i can't say "you're breaking up" on the phone

whenever static interferes

without my voice mimicking the waves quiver.