I.
Asleep in the park, I can barely recall your betrayal
Or the impenetrable recesses of your misguided heart
Or the way in which your cruelty inspires me to never wake.
II.
There is an inexplicable pain in losing that which seemed to be almost yours.
But what is almost possessed is certainly always unattainable
And can therefore never be lost.
Yet this ache causes me to believe that something has been lost all the same.
III.
If I can so easily crawl out of your mind and exist only in the inaccessible chamber of your memories,
Why do you still claim occupancy in my mind?
The uninvited always overextend their welcome.
