Left behind

 

You can scrub it

you can scrape it

you can scour it.

You can purge it

with a dozen new lovers

dark games

wild nights

lost hours.

You can drive it out

with drugs

and alcohol

and sex

and men who tell you lies.

But you will never erase

the poem I left behind

in your soul

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pier Toffoletti