Out with the Bad

I heard your name

Saw your face in my mind

Smiling
lying

I'd hoped you'd been erased
from my memory

But like a strange dream
I remember you

what it was like
when it was good

what it was like
when it was through

I could go through my journals and figure out who this poem was about but I won't. It's amazing to me how I could have felt hurt, deceived, and disappointed over someone who finally was erased from my memory. It really is liberting to heal, to forgive, and to let go.