Slowly, methodically in little fits of childish rage I’m erasing you from the files of my life. My hands smell like bleach as I’ve scrubbed the floors and everyday I erase a small bit more of the memories we created away.
Slowly I watch you leave for the rest of my life as I know truly what Parkinson’s has done to the memories that have already faded away into sea of lewy bodies madness. The what if’s of and my life was like before the befores. Wash ashore, Slowly and methodically im erasing you from the files of my life.
Each delete a my heart bleeds as your Sapphire eyes fade to black in the void of what is gone is gone and lost forever. A queen and her master have cast the final stone in to the pit of my stomach as I watch you drink from the shared cup of lost desires.
I care not to watch the decent into which the darkness I pulled you from wence, I shall never reach in again. For the hand knows that it’s been bitten even if the heart and mind do not.
Slowly methodically in little fits of sad and dying I’ve found my heart and I’m done crying. I have no lover or companion truly, that I seek, my body is strong where the mind is weak. Fare thee well, cie la vie. Like a magicians white rabbit the last time you’ll see pictures of you and me…
*A classic love tragedy by.