Don’t think of me,
of how I was,
or how I might be.
Don’t remember,
blue and violet shadow days,
escaping the sun
on soft, green grass,
dappled with spotlights
passing between the leaves.
Take the thought of me
and kill it.
Dig it real deep
and bury it.
Find the darkest part of your heart
and chain it there
and never let it go.
Don’t remember laughter.
Don’t remember smiling.
Don’t remember any moment
that I held you,
vulnerable
and thought that I might be
“the one”,
because I wasn’t.
I was something else
and you were someone else
and that promise that we made
to find each other
will hopefully stay broken.
So forget me;
I have moved on
long ago,
but I can’t forget,
or can’t remember,
or something.
Life has cruel jokes
that it plays on lovers.
That old classic,
where time erodes the memory
of an old love.
So don’t think of me.
don’t remember me
and don’t imagine my eyes,
my hands,
my lips;
just forget me
and move on.
I have gone so far
as to lose your name;
you should do the same
and keep those memories
locked and forgotten.
Don’t remember me
at all.
HG – 2017
