ClapclaP

Clap!

One hand on my forehead

another caressing smooth skin of regret

Stitches

There is no measure

for this erasure

Clap! Clap!

Utterances of congratulations instead

applause for bookmarks that forget

Pause

replay rewind and make sure

clean doesn't equate pure

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applaud what the mind forgets

the heart remembers

for the hand that picks up the pieces

reaches

in and stitches

paradoxical cures.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

One hand on my forehead

another pulling back words already said

Clocks

start the countdown await the closure

begin: Erasure.