Blackboard

You wrote me out on a board

You put my name

You put my number

Written on the board

I was there . . .

A second later you grabbed the erasure

You held it in your hand

You started moving rigorously on the board

You rubbed me out

Quickly, you erased me

I was there . . .

I just trailed along

When you started erasing

Heartbreak

Now I am erased, gone

You have rubbed the blackboard clean