PUMPKIN WALL

When once time lovers see the other

There is obvious recognition;

Along with denial, disbelief, a heart tug or two,

Some jealousy, some disappointment,

As well as the full knowledge

That only callousness can erase linger.

Physicality, personalysis and so much more

That brought anticipation of more time spent

Eradicated. Scrubbed clean. "Nothing to build on there,"

As Frost said.

Yet like a worn eraser or slick chalkboard

It can be seen upon close inspection.

Or just maybe the one handling the eraser didn't press hard enough,

Purposely

Because if love remains even in the remote shadow

Of what's left after being wiped away,

It's still better than complete oblivion.