On the Days I Wish I Could Forget

On the days I wish I could forget, I remember most. Sometimes I wish I could block out what happened, block out that it happened, and have my beloved back in my arms. Of course, I understand the drive to suicide better than most, but that doesn't make hers any easier to deal with. I wish that I had someone who knew my beloved, really knew her, to talk to, but no one like that exists, at least no one that I talk to anymore. Anyway, I guess the point is that I miss her, that I can't forget, no matter how hard I try, and that the truth is that I really don't want to.