It's almost two years since and
everything still hangs in my mind
like laundry on a clothesline.
All this time, I've been trying to wash away the dirt
that you've left behind.
But stains like blood aren't very easy to hide.
I wish I could still say I know you--
I wish I could know you again.
But you no longer fit me anymore;
our history has shrunk.
Besides, it wasn't much to begin.
I'm ready to fold you and put you away.
There is no reason to keep you
or for you to stay.