You write ‘find me’ when no one is seeking
and sit in silence when you are speaking.
We can’t erase the memories
and it was a waste of energies.
You’re ready to ask when it’s the wrong question.
You know what to say but you forget the confession.
We can’t erase the blame
and it was a waste of blame.
You wait for whatever judgment will pass,
and sit collecting dust displayed behind glass.
We can’t erase memories of her command
and night by night they stay this hand.
Your heart blooms hope when words were ill spoke
and you laugh along, forgetting you are the joke.
We can’t erase what’s said and cope.
And her words bred sharp painful hopes.