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Forgetting
So, farewell then, darling
Six months down the road, what's left to see?
Today I scrubbed your number
From our Friends and Family Calling Circle, poppet
Replaced by Mother's flower-arranging friend,
That seems ironic.
Oh sure, it wants no expert in forensics
To tell us all the news that you've been here.
The boxer shorts emblazoned with "TazMania"
And a cartoon wolverine upon them,
There's a start.
This pile of cards and letters asserting lurve
Inviting vigorous coupling
In unusual surroundings
And with alarming frequency,
There's another.
A fair few pictures, honey, in particular
Blurred and overexposed, no pun intended
You sat drunk and trouserless
Too many German beers
In a hotel room at midnight, overseas.
My major effort now is to recall
Just which Teletubby you remind me of.
Well Laa Laa seems to be my current favourite.
But either way my chance of blackmail here
Looks pretty limited.
Your heavy perfume's gone now from the necklace
That I gave to you, then later repossessed.
And the fern you gave my mother's all been chewed
By some voracious predatory species
No doubt adapted specially to recycle
Vegetable detritus left by love-gone-wrong.
And here's the keys to your front door, my sweetheart
That funny little key fob, like a shoe.
You never really begged to have them back, dear
So how do you know I'm for ever gone?
But then again, with just this flimsy evidence
Do I know I was ever there at all?
(I got over it...)