Just a memory now (poem)

I remember being crushed,

breaking down while doing dishes,

and being so heartbroken

that it was hard to breathe.

But it's just a memory now,

and I feel guilty for that,

as if I deserve to be crushed by heartbreak

because you certainly deserve to be mourned.

Maybe I've been through the fire so much

that I've already been charred to ash.

Maybe I'm in denial about it.

Or maybe we were wrong about us all along...

-Zero