Erasers
I don’t ever
Think of goodbye as forever
I guess at one’s demise it counts -
But not with someone who’s still around
But I’m adjusting to that
You hear it in movies
“You’re dead to me now”
But not in real life
It’s strange
Wiping the board clean
Just like in elementary school
When class was done for the day
All the notes
All the assignments
Everything just washed away
Ready for a new day
I guess if you took good notes
Then some of the past is still there
And you can reflect upon it
But only in your mind
I took out the erasers
So it’s mine to own -
It’s just a little bit sad
As time rolls by