Dirty thing beneath my bed,
bringing me back.
I had forgotten.
Forgotten about you,
Forgotten about it all,
          for a moment.

Haha. Of course.
Of course I'd have to be brought back,
                    reminded
Of what took place,
Of what befell me and her.
Damn it.
Damn it all.

Dirty thing beneath my bed,
reminding me of my downfall,
of my fatal mistakes.
I suppose I've been disillusioning myself,
deluding myself,
to believe that this will ever be anything less
than a part of me.
          than a piece of my life
          that I can never leave behind.
I still have to learn.
I still have to step up from this,
instead of trip over it every time.
I'm beginning to do this,
but the process is slow.
It takes time.

It seems time is all I have.