Remember to Forget

Tell me you don’t miss the good times.

Tell me you don’t miss the bad jokes (and the really good ones).

Tell me you don’t miss the general banter.

Tell me you don’t miss the caring “How are you feeling?”.

Tell me you don’t miss the meaningful conversations.

Tell me you don’t miss the absolute randomness.

Tell me you don’t miss the longing looks.

Tell me you don’t miss the embarassed smiles.

Tell me you don’t miss the hugs.

Tell me you don’t miss the soft caresses.

Tell me you don’t miss the laughter.

Tell me you don’t miss the reassurance.

Tell me you don’t miss sharing half a ride home.

Tell me you don’t miss… Everything. Especially the good. The really good.

Tell me and I’ll forget everything.

Or say I’m wrong and I’ll remember to forget only the bad.

Tell me you don’t miss me.

Tell me. What it is. Like it is. 

(Or don’t.) And I’ll forget everything. Even what I wanted to remember to forget.