Thoughts of you

I can remember
your face

the way it dropped
into a puddle
when i cried

i don't want
to remember
anymore

the memories
are sore

i turn away
so i can't see
the face
in my memory

but my eyes
are not free

it's a thought
that demands
i see

you can
smash all
the pictures
delete
the files
throw all
the stuff
out the window
in piles

the memories
remain
like a stubborn
stain
you've almost
forgotten
but then
it appears

even if you've
kept it in
the closet
for years

an old note
a mindful regret
it could be over
but it isn't yet