Unlearning

It has taken me
One year
Nine months
Three weeks
And one day
To unlearn
The way in which
Your tears
Pooled up
In your eyes
And how
Your face
Gently curved
And through which
Valleys they
Would flow
And how it
Felt for
Them to
Dampen my
Hands and
The words with which
You told
Me that
They are
The price
We must pay
To the
World from which
We'd stolen
All of
The time of
Which we
Wrongly claim
As our
Own