the ocean has been here already

I find my calendar
and
black out
the dates I once thought
to be
memorable.
my phone is purged.
my emails,
my paper mail.
my infatuation
that turned into a love
trail.
I etch out
the stone where I carved
initials,
I chop down the tree,
then go to the dark
sand shore
where I dragged my
finger into a large
heart
of her and me,
but the ocean has already
been there
and taken care of that.