erasing

the evidence
has been erased
the e-mail exchanges
the stories
of love
but not
what it
awakened
as possible
in me
just
the remnants
of what is left
as cobweb
and loneliness
i let this
go
wipe it
away
leave it
not
for getting
lost
inside
i let go
of all that
can be let go
and am left
with only
that which
is left
in me
alive
still
it reverberates
as possibility
and fear
gone
are
the remnants
of memory
just
this
love
as
seed
remains