and you were no longer
an enemy
just a stranger
I had no feeling for
Irrelevant
in my life.
I smiled
and shrugged
trying to rouse
feelings
at least anger
I could always do anger.
But there's nothing there
not even a flicker
and now I know what it means
when they say
you are dead to me.
Because, you truly are.
Buried, encoffined, cremated, ashes,
Dust.
And as as it is
a time of turmoil
and as I don't agree
with the people
around me...
I will have to withdraw
build walls
between me
and the people
dear to me
become a hermit
more so than I
already am.
But not with you
I won't have to
For you are nothing
but a dim memory
someone I used to know?
Maybe
I don't remember.
There's nothing deader
than a memory
of someone who used to be
dear.
