I disagree because my heart works fine, it still pumps blood, it still is beats away the seconds of the day, but when I cry, i can feel the outer shell crack, that when I think of you, the pieces get stuck in my lungs, so when I am breathing, I am breathing the idea of you.
My brain still can remember the formulas from 7th grade math class. Pie is 3.14 something and a square+ b square =c square, and I can still quote Shakespeare and I’m sure if you dig, my brain has all the old embracing past in storage. But you, with you, I have an elephant memory and my brain can let me remember the way you taste, the way you said my name, the way you made me feel.
I can still remember the long talks, line after line, and you always come up in the worst moments, either at 3am where I’m screaming to let you go, or 9 o’clock on a Tuesday at the grocery store when I’m in a state of shock, I just walk around, but nobody bothers me because when people look into my eyes, they can see you, when they talk, i hear your name. My tongue has betrayed me, my ears have misunderstood.
But it’s still the same me. My body is still the same. It’s just molded a little differently now, one more thing to think about in the coldness of winter. One more thing to cry about, one more thing to spend the rest of my life forgetting. Just another thing to store away.