Erasers are funny things
Some are pink
Some are white
But the all do the same thing
They erase

It’s even more funny
That people can act like erasers
How they can erase someone
Erase them slowly from their lives

It’s never a fast thing
There’s that “transitional period”
The time they need to think
And then the erasing begins

It starts
A status change
A taking down of pictures
A few less phone calls
An obligation they can’t break
And it goes from there

But you can never
Never really erase the whole thing
Even with a pencil
There is still a shadow
A shadow of what was
What was once there

And that’s how it is with people
No matter how much you erase
You never really forget
You go to a certain restaurant
Or smell a certain scent
A random phone call or email
The gifts they gave
Or clothes they bought you
The habits you picked up
Or interests you adapted
You never really notice after a while
But you never forget

Nope
You never forget
Never forget the one you erased
Or even
The one who erased you
They are always there
No matter what