I erased your voice-mail today--
the only remaining evidence
that we ever loved each other.
Notes I could part with--
penmanship doesn't encapsulate you.
E-mails jettison into cyberspace
without fanfare.
Pictures were trashed
before you left the parking lot.
Flames of rage
consume indiscriminately.
Like a bruise,
black will fade to blue
until it looks worse than it feels.
Strangely,
the voice-mail gave me pause.
Your voice exited that ear-piece
like a sucker-punch to a glass jaw.
It took me twenty minutes to punch 7
and put the defibrillating pads to my amnesia.
Whoever coined the phrase
easy as the push of a button
never used one to erase the only
"I love you"
that ever sounded genuine.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
I erased your voice-mail today--
the only remaining evidence
that we ever loved each other.
Notes I could part with--
penmanship doesn't encapsulate you.
E-mails jettison into cyberspace
without fanfare.
Pictures were trashed
before you left the parking lot.
Flames of rage
consume indiscriminately.
Like a bruise,
black will fade to blue
until it looks worse than it feels.
Strangely,
the voice-mail gave me pause.
Your voice exited that ear-piece
like a sucker-punch to a glass jaw.
It took me twenty minutes to punch 7
and put the defibrillating pads to my amnesia.
Whoever coined the phrase
easy as the push of a button
never used one to erase the only
"I love you"
that ever sounded genuine.
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