your name is the splinter inside me (...and I miss you still)
I left you behind, last decade,
lost in the calendars of my youth:
never growing older,
never polluted by this
world you walked away from,
and I'm glad you can't see what's become
of everything we loved,
everything you loved in me.
You knew all my secrets,
but I wouldn't even meet your eyes
anymore.
I forget your birthdays now,
and I forget your voice,
but worst of all,
I forget how angry I was...
I remember punching pillows then,
but now I lie so still;
I feel nothing, and I wonder
if that's what you feel.
:(