remarked on how i dont think
of you as often anymore
to myself, the other day.
you who wont speak to me,
have you finally released me?
your smile is all i remember now;
or allow myself to.
everytime i think ive done my time
im pulled back into the vortex;
you took so much and left
now there is just this -
- complete swollen silence.
all the farewells return to me
haunting, overcrowding one evening.
today i write unbidden because,
the words that drifted have found me.
i only have habits left to break.
life, my world, and my own self,
are changed, for a dream's sake.