You startled me today.
Dialed your phone by accident, 
because I just don’t think I’ll ever have it in me 
to delete your number from my favorites. 
It was that sudden, harsh burn in the back of my throat 
and the way I had to take the nearest turn into an empty lot
and my eyes pouring out months and months without you
that made me realize how it’s a lie told to the grieving 
that time heals the wound, that it gets easier, 
because today I got startled 
and I’d give anything to kiss your cheek once more.