The icicles of your memory
which is dripping drop by drop
raw & sharp,stinging every flesh
of mine.
Piercing every nerve it can find,
now lays as a puddle on my feet.
Am I to believe that now
I'm free of your memories?
That I've washed you out
of my system or is the
pool lying all around me
just a mirage?
The reality being that
you're still all inside me &
yet all over
again the process will
repeat,
day by day getting
bitter & bitter.....
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