FORGETTING.

Zwitterion

Having lived

and so long held,

your memories

as a crutch,

 

how must I

now drift away,

and pretend

you never were?

 

How must I

now teach myself

to remember

to forget?

 

How to live

this faking and

oblivion make

from memory?

 

With you expelled

from my being,

how must I

still be myself?

 

How must you

so etched in me,

from my soul

be thus erased?

  • Author: Zwitterion (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2016 05:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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