Memory of Love

It would be easier
so much simpler
to pretend you never existed
that I never discovered the
unrelenting rapture
of your wonderful smile

It would be simpler
by far easier
to erase every memory of
each and every night
day, afternoon
hour, minute
moment
second

lost in us

It would be better
I think
for all concerned
to determine
that we never existed
never united
never crossed the border or
blurred the line

It would be easier
because lies often are
but I need the truth
desperately grasping to each memory
my only monument
of you
of us
of love