Aching

I miss her in the way that sometimes people say
"Covid is over"
I mean, we're all acting like its over
But its still everywhere
In the form of her things around my house
She used to take my breath away
And now its taken away by muffled sobs
I dont think ill ever shake this aching in my heart

I have been know to burn things after a breakup
That I know they dont want back
The speaker quietly plays music as I stare into the flames
"All the sadness all the rage, throw it on the fire"
"You keep saying the past is not dead
just stop and smell the smoke"
This is basically a form of self torture
That I impose upon myself

The thing is,
I still cant do it
I dont know if I ever will
But a part of me dreads seeing her things
Eventually, no matter how hard I try to hide it
Push it in a dark corner
I dont think ill ever shake this aching in my heart

Ill miss her like the plauge
Its over
And its all over
My house, in the form of little trinkets
A copy of "crash"
A pair of shorts that I borrowed
An old dried out bouquet of flowers
That I'd hoped i would keep forever