Persistences.

I tried to wring you out of my heart like water from a jay cloth.

It turns out it's like the sentence "Dubito, cogito, ergo sum." The mere act of negating affirms you more and more strongly within me.

You (yes, you) insist on persisting without pretending, or even trying.

And I, with every line (should you read this) make a reencounter more unlikely.

It's simple. You'd fear hurting me by giving me any new memories of any sort.

That is, if I do exist at all, of course. Let's leave that for another day.