The more I endeavor to expunge every trace of you, the deeper you inscribe yourself upon my soul, leaving indelible memories that even time cannot efface.

Inscribed you

I wanted to forgive her
I really did. 
Even with her misplaced blame 
I wanted to believe she was contrite. 
And I tried to make it so 
But I knew in my chest that it couldn't be real 
I let her text me 
But feared seeing her in public.
The sight of her sister made it all 
Come rushing back. 
Her memory lurks in every corner 
Even though they are both long gone.

Even with her misplaced blame
She didn't /sound/ sorry.