neurologist's love poem

when you went away i tried to forget you but the oxycontin and dopamine had already been released my epinephrine stores had been replenished i tried to forget but you had already been encoded and stored in my cerebrum and i couldn’t stop retrieving you the way you traced my freckles the way you held me while we slept the way you touched me you touched me and not just my skin you touched a part of my soul i had forgotten was there and I wish I could say you were just a combination of hydrogen and oxygen and carbon molecules but you’re more than that you’re wonderful fucking wonderful and even if you don’t feel the same even if you never feel the same wave of chemicals I feel when you enter a room or when we make eye contact or when you smile even if you never think I’m wonderful (and I can’t say I blame you, I don’t quite think I’m wonderful either) it’s too late i can’t forget you (why don’t I hate you)