I wish I could wake up with amnesia and forget about all the little things you do. Your phrases and jokes. The secrets you didn't tell most. Even all the good and bad we went through. Maybe I could forget the words you said. Those eyes that are stuck in my head. How it felt when you said you loved me, Because with you gone it feels like make belive. But if I woke up with amnesia I wouldn't have to worry about missing you. The feeling in my chest might give it a rest. And maybe I could walk away as easily as you did.
(d.c.)
