Let Her Memory Go

She departed … long ago.

Still, I picture her every night

Her ghost my every relationship’s foe

Her shade what each new one must fight

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It’s not right, nor even fair

To be honest, probably not even real

Yet to her scrubbed perfected memory I compare

Each new girl, each time I begin again to feel

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I don’t blame you for going

Nobody can live up to polished shiny hype

Even though in my recesses I’m knowing

Many I let slip were more my true type

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She left an indelible mark

No stain remover could touch

Yet to common sense I must hark

Memory must be scrubbed with wire brush

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So I dig out that box of pics

Dump it on the table

Recall how even with her I took my licks

Still.. truly let her ghost go? Am I able?

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My eyes tear faintly

But it’s way past time

To recall she wasn’t truly saintly

Her soul had some grime

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Scissors in hand I blindly pick

A memory rectangle from the pile

My stomach clenches, I feel sick

But I cut, slash, all the while

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When next I meet someone sweet

I will make a true effort to not compare

To a falsely remastered beat

I shall try my best to be fair