erase

Burning the two photographs of us
One, two, erasing the memory collected

The pouring rain I cannot see before one
Put it all to the side,

wishing, hoping to not walk there

Difficultly standing, trembling horribly like on the edge of a cliff
Folding my small two hands to pray

Neither a tear comes down
Crying, not being able to be me

Our separation is but a dream, I will know it’s hanging there
Why is it so hard to wake up

My heart filled with gashes,

the deep wounds make me want to hate you
Burning photographs, erasing from my heart,

forget all the memories