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Forget You?

I wish
Removing you from my heart
Was as easy as it sounds,
But it's like a rebound.

If it were the mind,
It could be distracted.
If it was the touch,
A newer could be found.
Unfortunately,
It's this depth,
Inside a heart,
Which
Only gets deeper.

Erasing of memories?
You mean
Forget my parents,
Forget my childhood home,
Forget my first pet,
Forget the smell of mom,
Forget my first friends,
Forget my first drawing,
Forget my chaotic sibling fights??

Does any of this sound plausible?
If not,
Then how do I erase you
From my memories?

This side of the heart,
Which doesn't let anyone depart,
Which clings to all it had,
Even though there is so much left unsaid,
Fills me with awe,
And all I can do is withdraw.

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