Wednesday, July 1, 2009

blank slate

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:

Ebony said...

wow. i don't know what to say. sounds like there's a lot of depth in this poem...

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