I wrote this (April 5th, 2004), it is now all forgotten.

She walks into work every weekend,
With a smile on her face,
Intending to have a good day,
But as she steps her feet passed,
Those two sliding doors,
And sees his coat hanging through the bottle room door,
All her glee,
Just slips away,
For all the pain returns,
As if it was yesterday.

She remembers his words,
That broke her in two,
She remembers the tears,
My God!
So many flew,
She remembers his betrayl,
To her trust,
And her life,
Walking in,
Brings it all back to her mind.

Why don’t she forget?.
Act like it’s just another day?.
She does,
But somehow,
It comes back,
And stays.

Sadness,
And anger always comes in,
Fear, less than anger,
Is what keeps her pinned.
The fear of words,
Of one slight wrong turn,
That wil return the “hell”
That she lived through..

She must forget,
Like he’s not there,
I must not remember,
Like a nightmare.

 
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