i don’t think about you as much as i used to. that’s not to say that i’ve stopped thinking about you all together or that the intensity of my thoughts has declined, just that their frequency has diminished. it’s in direct correlation to seeing you; i don’t see you anymore, i see someone else. and my mind has replaced those thoughts of you with thoughts of him. and i’m okay with it, it’s healthier. he’s something i can grab and hold and touch and he can reciprocate without a scandal. but where he’s all romance, you’re all play. and i’m all play too. i’ll eventually get over you and i’ll eventually not think of you and perhaps even one day i’ll forget about you (“the joking voice, a gesture i love”). but none of them will ever be you.