Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
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August 3, 2004 01:11 PM

About All That

Let’s forget it.

Forget that I cared,
called you honey,
made you dessert,
and gave you
my heart.

Forget it,
how you
held me
for hours,
and told me
your secrets.

It was nothing
special.

This romance
is as easy to erase
as a mark on the blackboard,
that leaves behind
only the tiniest ghost.

We can pretend
it never happened.

Doors shut
as easily as they open.
Only a little squeak
here and there
belies the pain
I might be feeling.

But I’ll forget that
too.


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