Forget

Sometimes I wish
I could forget, even
knowing the challenge
is gratitude for both
my blessing and its end.
Still. The end hurts
and the two months, today,
of living with
a gift lost
the memory of your touch
haunting my dreams
and I’m so sick
of crying, mourning
living with the images
endless repeating films
behind my eyes
wouldn’t life just
flow easier
if I could just
forget?

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