if I never forget you, if you’re forever a puncture in my lungs, if I go around wheezing your name, like a dusty accordion I think it’s okay. I can survive like this. someone will ask about my greatest love. I’ll squeeze out a song. I’ll tell them I don’t know what became of you but I remember your hands on my skin. and that is enough, together we learned that love isn’t peace. I let you go. I can live like this.