No Escape by Tao Writer

It was one of those days
during one of the weeks
of the month I never got out of bed.

I came here to forget,
to forget you,
to forget how much

I love you,
to fall out of love
no matter how long it would take.

I came here for separation
from one into two again.
To rediscover the parts
of me, lost in us, that are
still me, not attached to you.
If I had held anything back,
the pain would still be the same.

But I was trying to forget,
not remember
our first rainy Sunday morning
in bed wrapped in a rainbow
of unending joy.
Now in this empty nest of sheets

and pillows I can find no comfort,
from my memory of you,
there is no escape.