‘Mostly’

I want the hole they left

In my heart filled.

I’m tired of looking back,

Feeling the regret and sadness

That I didn’t understand them better.

I want back the person

I used to care about.

But I know

That person is dead.

And the person

Who is there now

Is someone

I am fundamentally

Incompatible with.

I don’t know

If they’ve been trying.

I don’t know

If they’re worse.

I don’t know

And I think

That’s mostly what hurts.