Can't think of anything to say.
Everything still reminds me of him...
The rims on that truck, the old apartment,
The hospital, the drive into town,
Every baby girl.
Every time I pass the infant care aisle
I see your face; I see her face
I want to wipe the slate blank.
I want to forget you forever.
Like she said, it's gonna hurt when it heals too.
1 comment:
wow. i don't know what to say. sounds like there's a lot of depth in this poem...
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