by
B.E. Amer
Ten years have gone by.
We needed distance,
But I forget why.
My mind knew.
My heart hurt.
But I forget why.
Time heals wounds,
And mends relationships.
But I forget why.
I blame the Devil:
A con artist whose currency is time.
We gave him our time.
And exhausted our relationship.
But I forget why.
We parted ways;
And, back then, that made sense.
But I forget why.
Now ten years have gone by.
And there’s still a gash etched in my heart.
But I want to forget why.
Edited by Blair Hill