I took pills of time

To heal the wounds of hate and love.

I hanged myself on blades of silence

As I slept winks for weeks.

I took the beautiful noisy quietness 

To fly away the sounds of your laugh.

I even spoke to the windows and faked smiles.

Oh It was rough.

Oh it’s funny

how, 

I took the train

and listened to the silent radio

As I told my heart never to remember the smell your name in my home.

I took seasons and series.

Hoping I never remember the step of your dance,

And the beauty of your dress.

Alas!

I healed 

And 

Scars don’t hurt but memories do.