There is nothing I wish more than to forget,
there is I nothing more selfish,
than the gift of forgetting—
of letting go.
Forget to think of him,
teach me how I should forget to think!
I must let go.
No matter how hopeless,
promise me now, and never let go of that promise.
I continue to immortalize him in the way that a
widow immortalizes her late husband,
but I am the forgotten mistress that
keeps quiet during the burial ceremony.
I am the one being buried here tonight.
As he is laid to rest, so is my memory.
I continue to write about you, but you have already
been immortalized by someone else.
What happened, why didn’t it work out?
What always happens.