was it easier to forget
long before it was easy to remember
to look over what was said
just dwelling on past regrets
did the timeline ever shrink
to move on, get over
expanding with the future
continuing to transpire
to remove it from existence
feels like a lobotomy
never wanting to lose
what never was or should be
with photographs
still memories attached
all of love transcribed
to kill it now –
as if it never was