It is too late to erase your name
from my heart
and the words carved your name
onto my flesh
Every corner I turn and every thought I have
reminds me of that horrible past of mine.
When I'd strip down to examine my
body
for which is made of skin covered bone
the skin that bares your name
will
always remind me of that past
we both had once shared.
It is not suppose to be this hard
to forget about our history
some people learn to let go quick
and that is what remains a mystery to
me

S.M.R.