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By JD Date: 2004 Dec 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.22.00.57.30396]] |
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I've shredded every last memory of you. The ring, our fucking symbol of eternity, of everlasting love, whatever that means, is somewhere in Michigan. The shoe box full of letters, a coffin of your promises, is in my recycling bin, waiting to be turned into toilet paper. And that wooden figurine that you gave me on my first visit out there, which I still don't understand the meaning of, is in my fireplace, adding fuel to both my literal and figurative fire. But you've left behind one impressionable memory that I can't get rid of.. The imprint of your hands.. Against my hand.. Against my face.. Against every other part of my body that I can't mention because I don't kiss and tell but nevertheless, your imprint is there.. Against my hair.. Against my elbow as you led me through a crowded mall. God I felt so safe with you. Against my cheek because as corny as it sounds, you used to wipe my tears away, and I loved you for it. I loved you. And if you loved me half as much as you say you do, then you have to tell me how to get rid of something as intangible as the memory of your hands on me. Coz I can't do it on my own. |