The key to forgetting,
Someone said,
Was to start small
Like your keys, your library books
To stop making associations
Like the way you smell
That song you loved
Your favorite term of endearment
Lie (to myself)
I will see you again, Its not really over
We would have been great together
(And to you) I hate you
Throw away the random things
That we made together
That business card, the red dragon tissues
The newspaper we read on Sunday
Then to get to the point of forgetting
To stop seeing you everywhere
To spend a few idle moments,
Without caressing you with my thoughts
My cardboard boxes are packed
I await the empty space
That comes with forgetting
The way you loved me
*With apologies to Thoughtspotting
6 comments:
lovely =)
and i LOVE the new look
Thankee.
Muah.
you have no idea how many of your posts i wish i'd written.. permission to put this one up on my blog?
Of course.
I should add that I wrote this poem based on one written by a friend of mine, on her blog.
(I don't want to be justly accused of plagiarism *grin*)
If saying that you said it all was enough, I'd say it. But, it was even more than that. Really. All you have left are the words. And what words you got. Total and complete. Eclipse of my heart ;)
Thankee Dragonfly. I think!
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