An Ode To Forgetting

I have yet to rid of your memory
from the creases of my mind,
and even though everyone thinks
that it’s time to move on,
I still see no hope in doing so.

Remembering to forget
about someone has never been
this hard, and I don’t know
where to begin to start
erasing you from.

There are certain parts
of me that are stained
from your touch,
and the only way
that I’ll ever be able to
wash you off of me,
is to shed my skin
completely.