Feels Numb

Oh! That I could forget,
But that would be a sin.
Six months of joyful happiness,
A split of paths and then…
Would I have used the still-same plans
Had I known we’d meet an end?

Or if I could remember more,
And sate myself with pain.
The memories would stay and prick-
My hopes gone down the drain.
Nay, rather tarry, tortured long,
Till I cannot think my name.

Between these two extremes I’m torn,
And so I lift my plea:
Forget, or hurt, but why can’t I
Restore our former glee?
O God who formed my heart, please let
A better end it see.