I hope that you’ll catch a glimpse of my face in every passing car
And hear my voice in every song you love
Because what you’ve done to me will haunt me every day.
I hardly even think about you but if I did it would be to
Try to purge you from my memory, extinguish
Your ghost with sage and salt.
You are easy to forget, but
How you made me feel is engraved in my skin
Deep where no one else will ever quite see
In its entirety