The Shunning

And though it's a fact that you will continue to crawl through the caves of my mind, I will not acknowledge you. I will not speak your name again even when I see your eyes in my mirror, even when I taste your lips in every wine. I will not take heed of your whispers in my dreams or your touch in the very blood that rushes through me. I will not let you see that you've broken me. I will not dance with your ghost I will not mourn you I will not tiptoe around our grave nor will my shadow do. So don't think of me when you read these words, don't think of me at all. Don't remember the mist or rain or poetry and forget the memory of touch. I shun you, loved one, I ban you to a barren land where only my heart still lives.