Pain is slowly evanescing. Nothing weird, it's just how it works. Pain subsides even if the sting is still inside and will always be. I will always be hoping, hoping. You will always be holding, holding. My heart in your hand. Paul said. He was right. Him and his everlasting hope of deliverance.
I hope to be delivered from your memory. Oh my! Forget! Forget! If only it were so easy. Command yourself to forget and so will it be. Well, I can't forget her charm, her smile or her body. But fortunately I've started to forget her. Not her charm, not her smile, not her body. Just her. Tricks of the mind, I wish I could. It's just so easy, remember what good there was, forget her.
To you my dearest: I will never forget your charm, I will never forget your smile and my body will never forget yours but, alas, I have forsaken you.
Now my only fear is that, having forsaken your memory, failing to remember your uniqueness to remind me only of what was good and now has no name, now that you are no more than some vague memories of good times, now I am vulnerable to your charm, to your smile and to your body... Now, if ever I found someone like you I fear that it could be you.
Well, let's hope not, or yes, or whatever, forget about it.
