A brisk night, a month away from spring
And a thought of you comes to ring
I should’ve forgotten you, long ago
At least the flashes aren’t a stubbed toe
To you, I’m a past thought from an eon long gone
Because my attention you have not actively called upon
It’s so toxic, how I wish to make amends
How things should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been.
Yet the only person being lashed is me
At least that’s all that I can see
I don’t know if it’s active or passive
But thoughts of you stick like a shiv
Minding my own, and a memory bounds about
I still remember the cold shiver of the sobs I let out
I cede so much of my power to others
Until I’m exposed with only ratty covers
I wish you felt regret, but it’s probably you don’t care
My eyes on the suburban night, with no stars for my stare.
