Spoilt for choice

I learnt her name listening to you breathe while you sleep.
I held it in my hands, trying to create
the face that tried to erase you. You intently hold on
to every feeling,
lost love, memory.
The pain you choose to feel daily
so that one day you could tell your whole life,
as she is sitting in front of you,
that she will never be complete
and never complete you.