I delete the traces of your presence
From my life and from my belongings
I scrape off under my skin to remove
The memory of your scent .
I delete letters , I delete presences
The joyful hope then the sadness
They don’t melt anymore
In the waiting , in our anticipation .
What you are is not what I am anymore
We have taken note , we know it .
We are idle streams of something
Which destroyed the best inside ourselves.
I focuse to believe to get over it
I wake up in the night and I rethink it
I restrain myself from screaming out loud
My deep pain my antique sorrow.
And I live again all our past days
Our passions , holding our hands so tight
The unknown destroys me
But sometimes knowing too much
.....doesn’t help.
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