Answer:
to the one i want to forget:
i am a keeper of fingerprints
and a collector of dust,
but i crave to remember
everything you once touched.
my fingers trace over the
glass of shattered picture frames.
i close my eyes and urge myself
to toss them in the flames.
i burn the crumpled letters
that remind me of you,
but i can’t seem to forget that
you once touched me, too.
(if only i could burn you
from my skin.)
credits to shelby leigh, changing with tides.
