Close the book and walk away,
I have to try to everyday.
To suppress the memories until they fade.
All those conversations, everyday.
Rewrite the lines and the leading role,
Replace the feelings that he'd once stole.
The underlying character, the one untold.
The pages torn out, with the pain they hold.
The chapter gone, but the stories so alive.
Smiles and tears, feelings revived.
Just a peek, a little reminder is all.
The ease that it takes, to secretly fall.
This book of secrets that only we see.
The stories inside we must never read.
Must bury these pages deep within.
Before the book is left open.