I will not erase you from me — I cannot. I would not.
I would rather scoop out my eyes– cut off my left hand — do violence against my own atomic structure.
you were my approximate parallel for so long that our roots are entangled.
we nourished each other for so long that I would starve without our history.
in the eternal past there is an always-us
in the eternal present there is no us
in the eternal future there is no certainty but this:
there will never be a me that does not love you
I will not erase you — I cannot, I would not.