Another cloudy morning
And an even thicker clouded brain
No matter how much I scrub
I can’t remove the stain
It’s deep into my fibers
like a lesion or a burn
And the only way to heal it
Is to successfully unlearn
Everything about her
From her nose down to her knees
And the way her love would wrap around
Like sap-soaked Christmas trees
Her taste so sweet, so pure
But so hard to forget
Her innocence unyielding
Like my permanent regret
Praying to a God
That never seems to care
That one day I will wake up
And she’ll be laying there
