Between Cupid and kismet, there you were!


He says he wants to forget.
Me.
Like a bad taste in one’s mouth.

I take it as an admission; he has to work at forgetting.
Me.

So I smiled at his distaste.
At memory.
At him.
At us.
Who we were.
Who we are.
Who we’ve become.

We were something,
if only in my mind.
Something!
With someone!
If not the one!

He broke my heart.
Tasted blood.
That’s why he wants to forget.
Me.

If only I could do the same.
Erase his face.
Erase his smile.
Smear the lingering touches off my skin.
How he merged within.
Who I became with him.

He is.
With me.
On the sunrise through my blinds,
hint of twinkles in his eyes.
On the motion of the train,
how we first met!
On the sunset, by the Ocean,
his favorite place to clear his head.

How could I forget!
Or live with regret!
We met!

I loved.

I loved!

And forever, you’ll be with me!

L. 08/06/15

14:09

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