Lake of Memories

Ghost, River, Gaze, Erase, Tender, Cold. Memories of you, Ripple across my thoughts. Your smile , Your gaze — Though I suppose both were cold to my touch— I still hope you felt something. Something to be haunted by, So the ghost of my laughter keeps you up at night— I know you don’t care. So don’t pretend to be tender, You acted like my hands hurt you, As If I forced your skin to bleed, As if I dug that swiss army knife in between, The crevices of your skin, Just to see how deep it could go. You drowned yourself, In that river of despair, And cried about how I put you there— You ignored my help and erased my welcoming presence– So I’ll return the favour. I’ll leave you in the back of my mind. I don’t need you now so, Why do the memories of you, Ripple across my thoughts. Your smile , Your gaze — Though I suppose you never cared at all.