If I Could Forget

I do not remember you. And yet I continue
To outline the space
That delineates the place
Where you should be.

The shape is precise yet brittle,
Like madness, like love.
I cannot encompass it
My fickle hands slip
Yet still I seek what was there.

But if I could envision you,
If the static cleared and I saw through
Then would the loss be less?
When I trace the place where you should be
I bleed.

Oh, but not enough.
Not ever enough to remember, and yet
Too much to forget.

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