I wrapped my hands up in your hair
to feel the pulse - your heat, your beat.
I reach again
feel naught but air:
the essence of a love,
retreat.
Often do I venture back,
roam into an abandoned past.
Dis-embalm these memories true,
packed on ice
yet damp with dew.
Cat treads heavy the surface of heart,
imprints
indenting,
g, d
n e
i s
d c
n e
e n
c d
s i
a n
g,
scarring my thoughts, my rhythm,
my whole.
Shifting my sacrum,
sheathing my soul.
Doggedly I trail behind
with a twisted eraser
just "try the eraser"
you said with a smirk.
But still I reach and I reach and I reach
rapt in your attentions as a wave to a beach.
There is a grain of sand in my eye
that can't be washed away.
Salt, fresh, spring
they all caught her.
But I've tried every type of water.
Still you persist,
a rotting orange's mist.
I allowed you to come; I also let you leave.
I remember with crude clarity
what happened in between.
Go, my love you let.
Go, your love I let.
The only question now I have:
Why then can't I forget?