an open letter to those i've loved

If I’ve loved you,
I hold memories of you,
but the good news is
I’m told my memory
is wiped each morning
and re-booted,
plus, I live in the present
and am happy right here
who and with whom I am.
So though I do remember
your eyes, your smell
and the way your hands
felt on my hips,
I have forgotten
the details of our demise,
and the shitty things
you said to me in anger.
And even if I have the idea
that you’re an asshole,
it’s only in a general way,
and not with any real malice
or specific annoyance.
I’m willing to bet, though,
that you haven’t forgotten
the crappy things I said to you
or the times I threw things
or stomped out,
and I bet you think
I’m an asshole
because probably
you don’t have a convenient
memory impairment
like mine.
That’s why I’m writing
this open letter to you,
offering forgetting
and suggesting the possibility
of just leaving behind
all that pain and junk
so you can remember me
like I remember you:
Someone who captivated me
with your beauty--
because that’s what’s stuck--
Someone I loved.

Kerry challenged the Real Toads to write an open letter. Here's another:
open letter to technology and cold germs

I hate you.
Everyone hates you.
You are a plague on households
and a stifler of creativity.
Go the hell away.
Signed, Marian