I keep trying to erase..

The past.
The present.
The pain.

I keep trying…

Yet end up chasing traces.

Filled with hopeful lust,
that I’ll find — something
— just something —
sifting through dust.

Caught in a vortex of catch and chase.
At times I wonder: what do I truly wish?

To erase the past? Forgive and forget?

Or

To erase the guilt of chasing old memories?
So I can continue to trick myself into choosing
this cycle –
again and again.