The EraserOn the barren
paper
I wrote
for her
It was a song of love
beautifully crafted
written in pencil
It spoke of truth
It spoke of commitment
It spoke of trust
I called it "Devotion"
She read it and
she loved it
at first
After some time
she picked up an eraser
and ever so slowly
one line at a time
she erased
starting at the bottom
one line every month or so
I got used to it
Almost came to expect it
Then one day
only the title was left
"Devotion"
sat atop the scarred page
I looked into her eyes
took the eraser
from her hand
and I erased the title
She finally hung the poem
on her wall
copyright 1992 Dale
Suffridge
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