I try not to ask because you won't reply,
but do you ever cry like I cry?
Why won't you ever say hi when I
walk by? Will you glance into
my eyes, and see
that they are blank and dry?
My perfect disguise.
"Reminisce, reminisce,
but don't make ideals from memories"
The house still reeks of you,
and the dreams that could have come true,
and the frames still empty
of the pictures we should have took,
and the promises you made
that you broke too soon,
and the memories of us,
and the memories of you,
and the memories of what we were.
They mask the bitter truth,
and shroud it, cover it in soot,
so that I may find relief
and relive
our old life again, all just to soothe the pain.
I close my eyes. I smile.
You smile too.
-- 11/06/2025
Theme : Love, Self