it's time to forget about you
and keep you in the past

it's time to burn all the photographs
erase all the memories
cleanse my hands which you've held
and wash my cheeks which you've kissed

it's time to move on, you know?
quit following the paths we took walks on
stop hoping on all those future plans we made

but I'm afraid that I will burn my fingers trying to get rid of those photographs
and I will wipe out my brain cells trying to erase all our memories
I will be mortified to hold another hand and kiss another cheek

I will lose sense of direction forgetting about the paths we followed
and I will have no hope in any future at all

I thought that maybe forgetting about you would make my life easier

question: how hard could it possibly be?
answer: it would be harder than I thought

*a