Forget
I've prayed for the strength
to overcome my sorrows.
My heart begins to mend
as I separated myself from you
keeping my distance
surrounding myself with
things familar to me.
I convince myself that with time,
I will learn to forget.
I force myself to believe
I can move on.
...I cannot.
I don't hate you.
I hate you for the wreck
you've turned me into.
For how wretched I feel - how erased.
I dream of you at night.
You realize what you've lost and want it back.
You caress my body and love me.
I will recall this during the day
and in that instant,
my day will momentarily wilt
as my heart remembers its loss.
I think of you as I'm driving -
think of what you're doing -
think of what you're thinking.
You've forgotten me.
You carry on with your life,
moving on and living the now.
I am the past, only to have my face faded.
It is then I realize I can never forget.
I pray my sorrows will heal
and will not turn to bitterness
although I will always carry a scar
in the shape of you
in my heart.