Seb

 
I unlearn you  
like salt  
reducing a grimace  
to bare minimum  
until you are gone  
  
The imprint  
of a prancing horse  
melting  
on desert dunes  
  
It is time for you  
to be a man now  
to see how to fail  
before you succeed  
  
My time  
to push your memories  
deep to the past  
save for one smother hug  
your residue  
weeping nettles  
  
we slay with a stick