I opened my notebook with tear stained eyes,
leafing through the pages, reviving the memories.
Until I came upon it.
His birthday.
I had carefully written his name with a pencil in cursive writing and the date beneath it.
I stared at it until it just appeared as blotches,
my tears blocking the view.
I grabbed a rubber and rubbed at the particular spot,
in a desperate attempt to erase his name from my notebook.
And my heart and mind.
I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until the page tore.
Yet I could still see the faded handwriting.
I stared at it.
And then I broke down sobbing as I realized forgetting him,
was not going to be easy.