SoulReserve

Erasure

soulreserve:

I am tried
in trying
to forget you.
How do I begin?
You are in every,
consuming,
paining,
self-inflicted,
thought,
that echoes,
inside,
vacant chambers,
that swell,
with tears,
from our unforgotten past;
You are the frangipani,
fragrance,
that makes me rouse bittersweet,
in tepid misery;
A painting,
lying in a watery waste,
The forgotten,
essence of a once favorite poem;
The name,
that is dying a million deaths,
upon my lips,
before it is never repeated again.

I am bereft…
More alone
more lonely, without your chaos
than with the one you left,
when you said,
nothing at all
and how
you’ve
meant
it.

© soulreserve 2015

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