It's Not That

I don't feign forgetfulness,
and it's not that I refuse to remember,
it's simply that I must put us to rest.

I haven't cornered the market,
and it's not that there's a secret pill
to render our past so unpresent.

I won't brag that I'm anywhere near,
and it's not that I haven't balked,
but a heart needs to thrive.

I can't say it's what I wanted,
and it's not that I deny wishing away
the necessary ache of excision.

I shouldn't hope to be brave,
and it's not that it will come easy,
but it will be said when done.