Remember our little allegory;

the one about pulling off band-aids?

You cling to my mind like the band-aid over a wound -

the fresher it is, the more painful it is to lift off.

With time, the pain is washed off because the glue wears away.

It only stays because the injured wants it to stay on,

otherwise,

with a little flip up of the corner,

it peels off like a post-it,

painless, mark-less, traceless.

I choose to be a keeper,

because?

B.