I tried to Unlearn

I Tried to Unlearn ……. his name , his face, his memory but each morning they kept resurfacing; rubber ringed feelings that would not sink no matter how hard I pushed down. So I journeyed to places that had rooted our relationship: The park where the broad-shouldered oak unwrapped delicacies of intimate memories then leaning in much closer it shared a consolatory shadow. The river that coiled past churned up affectionate thoughts then rippled onwards to twist back with a scornful smirk that made fun of me. The café where he teased about expressoing our shared ideas and consolidating coffee compatibility. Then on the butterfly wings of symmetry our relationship seemed to fly to new heights but was I another Icarus on a solo flight? So the past that I had plucked at offered no signs of warning, no signals of regret; sadly the present, the here and now, yields no guidance on how to….. forget. Ian Souter