The Undoing

Long after I’m drunk on the taste of various lips,
I ask myself why I can never seem to forget the taste of one.
If only my lips could stop trembling in someone else’s mouth,
like they weren’t the kind of valleys
any pilgrim could cross.
If only I could stop trying to look for you Among faces I will never know.
I do not know how to convince
my heart to stop loving you.
I have been told over and over again
That life will eventually start making sense,
But somehow I’m still caught up in this storm.
If only one day, I could stop looking for you in my poems.
If only I could realize
you were never meant to be put on paper.
But,
If one day,
should we be,
would you undo?