A Way to Forget
The things you said hang from my rearview mirror
And I hear them every time I look behind me
Seeing the past all a little bit clearer
The haunting making it harder to find me
Every calculated touch somehow given count
Adding up to a debt I did not sign for
Even if I could pay this soulful amount
I would still feel each one just as before
Every memorized kiss another sturdy link
In the chain that binds me to you
Your name written in indelible ink
Scarring heart where the black bleeds through
How do you still so easily creep
Into random thoughts had years apart
Why do you still come in my sleep
And tear at my still healing heart
What is this illness that makes bleed
Regrets and ruin gushing back in red
Like bloodhound with your quarry treed
I cannot get you out of my head
They say that time heals all things
And I can only hope this be true
Or at least old age and dementia bring
A way to forget about you
commonsensiblyspeaking 
wow!
Thank you kindly Andrew!
Sad but beautiful in its eloquence! Well done!
Thank you. Can’t wait to see you soon! Love you!
there seems to be a common thread running through many of your recent poems; loved the opening lines with the rearview mirror analogy; well done.
I would agree Jim. I think it is just a phase, or at least I hope it is 😊
This is stunning, Sir. Delicately somber and romantic. Very well done.
Thank you dear Miss Harley! You are too kind! 🖤
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