me

If only I could silence you,
 my heart,
 my me,
 my soul. 
 Sleep would come to me 
and the dreams 
of what have might have been, 
should have been,
 would not keep my slumber from me.
 I would not say your name in my sleep
 and I would not wake
 with your taste on my lips.
 My heart,
 my me,
 would not need the memories,
 the pictures,
 the we.
 If only I had no heart,
 and there was never
 a we,
 I wonder....
 would there have ever been
 a me...