Memories are Time's plaything
Scraped at over years
Like ice off a windshield
Removing the detail to become
Transparent
Forgotten

A necessity
Sometimes

Memories are Time's ammunition
To break the heart
To wet the cheeks
To cut and shatter and wrench
To relive

Memories remind us of the loss
Of life and love stolen

If only Time would cease
Would erase them all
So we could begin again
Unencumbered by things we would rather forget

This was written for the @PoetryVersification Day 3 contest! The prompt was 'What if you had the possibility to erase all the memories of one person?'.