I sit
Contemplating life
and love
and destiny
Why, among all of the earthen wonders
Do I always see your face
The face I want scrubbed from my memory
But why does it not go away?
It is because my heart remains
Beating
Beating for you
Beating for my memories of you
All that was good and grand and glorious
All just a memory
Perhaps scrubbed from the mind
But always remaining in the heart