Blissful Oblivion

 I remember your name but not your face. 

And your voice is slowly fading. 

When I cut you off, I tried to spared no trace.

Like a half imagined dream I woke up from.

Barely remembered. Quickly forgotten. 

I've blotted out all the marks you left. I've redrawn my own little shapes instead. 

All the graves you dug up deep within, I've covered them up with seeds. They re starting to grow, one day you'll know. 

By then I'll have forgotten your name.