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I wish I didn’t
I wish I didn't think about him.
I wish he'd go out of my brain.
Twice today his cues come at me.
Twice today those cues come at me,
Hurling memories
From fifty feet
Away.
I wish he'd go away with my need.
I wish he'd taken it with him.
Each day the memories trip me.
Each day the stumble becomes a scar
Of remembered words
And deeds
undone.
I wish there were less hours in the day.
I wish there was less time to grieve.
Keeping my memories caustic.
Keeping the memories etching
Thoughts into
A broken
Heart.
Think A Lot
I read to distract reflecting on past - most of it. Broken hearts, too personal to share - but hey, the cycle is familiar as the inability to think about other stuff. For a while. Time is the cure. - Lady A -
Yes it is
time is always the cure. Just exposes one to new hurts. I tend to forget the slights but keep the feeling. Forgetting is go but the pain stays.