Missing You Is Memory
The thing is, I can’t say I’m over him. But at the same time, I can speak of him without feeling much of anything.
Lost in darkness
who are you?
Memories of you
aren't real, just
fantasies I've
never drank again.
Numbers gone
into rainbow colored
clouds...missing
you is a forgotten
canvas I won't paint.
Dipping my hands
in soft soiled dirt,
I wipe away your
memory in the
midday sunlight.
Coherence your words
in a joker's box,
forget you through
black and white
screens.
Missing you is a
memory I don't wish
to return...
no matter the waves
of pain that make
a home.
I was weak missing
you as throwing arrows
at dart boards for answers
you've never given.
Wasting time on hourglasses
that was hopeless nonsense
wavering in the moonlights
gaze.
Your memory I'm no longer
missing... so don't come back.
I love the memory... not the person before me.
So leave me to gaze at the moon in wonder
because I know you'll won't return.
I blow you to the wind of thousand sins
and cut my losses and my wins
before I tell you missing you is memory.
I burn it to ashes in a cold-heartless
wind. I say goodbye as I blow
a last bubble gum kiss to your
memory...
I no longer miss. Goodbye my distant memory
that I don't feel makes a tick in this old clock.
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