Last evening, i turned by the pages of time.
and tore out the chapters when you were mine.
i attempted to cut out the memories of you.
and paste in some new ones, far better an' true.
true.
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts,
for the one with the caption: "till death do us part."
i ripped at each letter an' i tore at each word.
i screamed at your memory an' nobody heard.
nobody heard.
But your memory's determined, and chances are few,
of my ever finding a replacement for you.
it depserately clings to the floor of my mind,
and fights for its place in the pages of time.