the only remaining evidence
that we ever loved each other.
I won't lie;
they were hard to let go of...
The notes I could part with-
penmanship doesn't encapsulate you.
The e-mails jettisoned into cyberspace
without fanfare...
The pictures were in the garbage
before you'd even left the parking lot.
I've found the flames of rage
consume indiscriminately.
Like a bruise,
black will fade to blue
until it looks worse than it feels.
Strangely,
the voice-mails gave me pause.
Your voice emitting from that ear-piece
hit like a sucker-punch to a glass jaw.
It took me twenty minutes to punch 7
and put the defibrillating pads to my amnesia.
Whoever coined the phrase
easy as the push of a button
never used one to erase the last
"I love you"
he'd ever hear in a voice he was desperate to save...
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