Forget about you
When we broke up I swore I would forget you. Those wonderful moments we had together, those distant memories, sweet but hurtful, I want to forget. They set me on fire, but I’m not sure I like this type of fire. I want to forget you. Your memory hurts too much. I want to forget you.
But I can’t.
Every time I walk past that park, I remember when you pulled my ear under that tree and kissed it afterwards as an apology because it actually hurt real bad.
Every time I hear that one song you liked on the radio, I remember you bobbing your head to the music, that gorgeous smile of yours on your face.
Every time I see your favorite color, I turn away but it stays fresh in my mind. It’s a color that’s everywhere and I cannot escape it.
Every morning when I wake up I remember you. You’re on my mind when the sun comes up, when it sinks behind the horizon, when I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I want to forget you.
But I can’t.
You broke my heart and left your name scarred into it. Your name. It hurts to remember your name. Such a beautiful, perfect name. A name that’ll be inside me until the end of my days.
I want to forget you, but I can’t.
I can’t forget you.
But why? Why can’t I forget you? Why can’t I leave you in the past and move forward?
Now that I think about it, I actually know why.
I guess I don’t want to forget you after all.
by Ralph Serr