Erase Me (Sick of You)

I have a rose on my nightstand
but it's not from you.
Every time I pass a certain place, hear a certain sound
I think of you
and wonder if you do the same.
So don't go to my friends
telling them I sound mad,
because you haven't even heard my voice
since that night.
(the instant message didn't count.)
I'm not.
Your name is everywhere.
Erase the memories of me,
and all those stupid remnants.
I'm sick of writing poems about you.
This is the last one.
I'm through.