Like the sawdust from your eyes Slowly fading into lust Hyphens of the past I remember It was momentary but I could never forget The tender torch in my core Ignoring it while I daydream of a better world. This is not a story of trust Even though we wish it happened to be. Sitting lone exasperated, leaning on a cold glass, filter of the past Notes I cherished but left once I changed spirit Injustice of the lands, my sea plummets on my brows. False remarks of affection Not proven or shown, only said Said in a lost garden, short access to your heart I read it all I will never lose this memory. Limited by the units of expression Crumbling are the ways I used to bring vitality. Gateway to my soul. I saw a silhouette. There was only myself, and somebody else. I could not discern their intention. Was I a higher manifestation? Eternally shunned because of integrity Is this why my lifehood was preoccupied; Understanding others but not ourselves A lost perception of a sun Aching for delivery, I patiently sit on wood. My house cannot contain any more words, I lay back and hope she comes by again. Plunging into the liquid I remember. Who I truly once was and never am.