(no subject)

[thinkpink]

thrown to the back of
yer memory
like an old pair of dirty shoes
you've outgrown,
left to rot in the bottom of yer closet.
I'm frost-bitten by
friendship on ice,
trying to preserve the dead
and almost
forgotten.
trying to swallow this whole
while gagging on change.
weighed down by the
emotional baggage you left me with --
ball and chain.
breaking loose from
what grips my throat,
shedding all the layers
of skin you touched.
feeling able to walk away
without looking back.
memories remain,
faded and dulled by time...
occassionally looked back on
with fondness, but it's impossible
to create new ones with you.
there's no point in trying to
raise the dead.
this is now obsolete.

for c'e.