The memory of you
Has become a dull ache,
Like the pain in my left foot
Caused by a stone bruise on my instep.
Your memory
Is an old injury
Receding with time,
Like the ache in my foot
As the bruise heals.
Now,
I can look forward to a day,
When the wound of your memory disappears,
Like an ingrown toenail
Removed and dis cared
With yesterday's trash.
It wasn't always this way!
There was a time
When the memory of you
Sent shar stabbing, burning pains
Through the core of my being
Like a rusty nail
Penetrating the sole of my shoe
And piercing the ball of my foot.
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