Your imprint is slowly f a d i n g-
Blending into the rest of my skin.
It is not because of time
But because of choice-
My choice.
I am not trying to forget
But trying to remember less.
You may call me cruel
But tell me,
Is this not cruelty?
Being forced to always look upon where you have been
Every day
Every hour
Every second
Because you are a part of me.
You are etched upon this stretch of skin
Never allowing me to forget--
And I won't
(But I need to remember you less).