Redacted

The evidence of us
once proudly displayed
has been carefully revised

There wasn't any major cause
just two lost souls
heading in different directions

You owed it to yourself
to find "your" happy
and the easiest way to know
was to extricate yourself
from the internal confusion

I was the sacrifice
and it certainly hurt like hell
being of the mind that I was in this with you
for the long haul

But connections have no guarantees
and I became slowly redacted from your history

But am I ever really gone?

You must admit we took things to great heights
and I have no doubt that certain sensations linger

How many times did I part those legs,
a famished devotee to taking you over that edge
and getting high on the taste of you?

Butting up against your bottom
on a cold night
and feeling you guide me
into that divine grip
or giving that same ass
the necessary discipline
when you'd been out
being a bad girl
(which we both know you were)

I'm sure there are moments
those I don't know about
that give you a familiar twinge
of yearning for what was
experienced, explored
during our run

And I also know
you can never admit it now
and I can respect that

But maybe I'm not so easy to remove
as you are not so easy to forget

And we must find a peace
with these echoes

I haven't actively sought a replacement
and maybe in that
you will see I never took any of us lightly
but my desires are building
and I am in desperate need
of such thrilling
that it soon must happen