I would erase all memory of you, I would <br />Strike out word upon word with delight <br />Dissect your well meaning promises <br />And say, ‘Here he was false, here light.’ <br />I would, my sanity requires so, <br />Scout back, and discover a new fangled you. <br />Observe with calm precision of thought <br />Where it all went awry, where I ought <br />To have loved less, or none at all, or I <br />Should not so shattered be at a small goodbye. <br />I would delet all pictures of the mind <br />All letters burn, and rather believe <br />You laugh, and take another in your arms <br />When abrupt squalls bathe me down in grief. <br />I would, beloved, do it with a surgeon’s heart <br />Save in parting from you thus, I from myself part.<br /><br />Mandira Mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divorce-1/
