Because you cannot just erase me from

your life.

I am not a chalkboard.

I am not a carpet and you are not a

vacuum cleaner, taking away the old and

sweeping over it to create the new.

New lines of feeling.

We had each other.

We loved each other.

I will still see you and I don't know

whether I'll want to smile at you or

Keep on walking.

It'll hurt.

It'll hurt. Badly.

But,

it'll go away.

Eventually.

Slowly.

Hopefully.

 

a.k.