I look through you now,
never focusing at all.
Even when you’re standing,
right before me
almost six feet tall.
I neither see nor hear.
Your words wash over me.
Lost whisperings in the wind
above my still and silent sea.
In surrender
and acceptance
I have won my peace.
There’s no treaty left to sign
to say that you were ever mine.
I’ve erased you from existence.
You’re no longer in my head.
I see you and I hear you not.
You might as well be dead.