I do all the things you used to hate.

I go to bed without dinner and become air.

I give up reading.

I switch off any radio station that says,

And now the greatest band of all time...the Beatles!

I leave Canada.

I let go of the softness that drew you to me.

My speech sharpens. My teeth turn to fangs.

This is what it takes to survive.

I do what it takes to forget you.

By the end, I can finally look at a sunset

without feeling anything at all.