Erasure (a poem)

A stray thought turned into a poem…

All those years no longer exist
what’s left is an empty space
where the time used to be
as though I skipped from then to now
between the inhale and the exhale

Almost no tangible reminders exist
of our what used to be
maybe a couple of photos and a coffee mug
as though they once belonged to someone else
separate from what I know of my life

The feeling is the thing I notice the most
—or, rather, its absence
Gone is the walking on eggshells
the paralyzing second guesses
worrying for the sake of doing something

Already there’s no more looking back
no more sense of loss
where hope and happiness used to be
as though none of that ever happened
These are the years of laughter and forgetting

(3 July 2015)