Forget Her…

He had mastered
The art
Of forgetting.

When hurt,
When disappointed,
When disillusioned,
His mind took over,
So easily erasing

And with that erasure,
No longer worthy.

And so now,
Understanding that
She no longer,
Or needed,

His mind,
Subordinating his heart,
Took over,

Directing what must

Simply another “delete.”

But after day 1,
His mind failed him.

After day 2,
His proficiency
At forgetting
Would overcome…

Would succeed…

As it had done,
So many times,

But not
This time.





While his mind fretted,
And pushed for finality…

His heart pushed back.

There would be
No rest….

No closure…

No expediency…

Not with her.

The days started
With thoughts
Of her.

The days ended
With thoughts
Of her.

No clear path now,
To release.

He simply could not,

Could not…

Forget her.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

15 thoughts on “Forget Her…

  1. Hi Bill, I seldom make comments. And when I go to sites, like YouTube, the comments are mostly stupid or abusive.

    However, I would like to thank you for reading the artist piece. It means a lot to me that you did.

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