Just when I forgot the past
I found your old post-it notes
reminding me of all my thoughts
when I believed we would last.
The parting message that you cast
on this small slip you have wrote
dried ink left wet tears, distraught,
I’m sailing without a mast.
Just when my memories clear
I find that sensual sheet,
reminding me of deceit
and of my everlasting fear.
How I love when you are here
but now my happiness retreats
all your pictures and notes I delete,
your ghost will cause no more tears.
Just when your face vanished
I recognized your writing,
bringing me back to times exciting
that my mind has since banished.
I was sure that I had managed
to deal with the constant smiting
but your company is still inviting
your ink has never languished.
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