Plagued

The images of his face, engulfs me.

Floods me.

Inundates me.

I want to believe that I've gotten over it.

I possibly have.

I have.

Yet theories of marriage, and the concept of sex

plague me.

He plagues me,

BUT

I crush it. I search for familiar faces

of love, and only love.

I have found my solace.

I have moved on.

-Navila