Forty-Fifth Paradox Writing

I would forgive you,

If only I could forget you.

Perhaps,

I could forget you

Once I forgave you.

But every sound

Shape

Shade

Sight seems to

Remind me of that day,

And the days following,

Sinking into sticky black,

And staying glued there

In spite of the shining

Light of letting go.

It does you no harm,

But it does me no good.

In fact, I think it harms me more

Than it ever did you

IF I

COuld only let it go. Let you go on with

YouR life,

Your Goals, and then,

Possibly I

Could  moVe on too, on

With  my  lifE