Wiping out our memories;
Erasing your existence from my world;
Not that I can't do it,
But honestly feels like too much work.
Spending that behind you would mean more wasted effort.
So yes every once in a while,
You still do cross my mind,
And I no longer brush it away.
I welcome that unwelcome pain.
At least that'll someday dissipate into a dull ache.
But resentment wouldn't because resentment stays,
And that's an emotion too strong wasted on someone too insignificant.
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