I think far too much
about people that I never want to speak to
or see again.
To ever meet
would make things so confusing.
We are not friends,
But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing.
Keep me away at least arms length,
for I am cunning and know my charms.
Though I don’t mean to act on impulse.
I have few ways of moving on.
And even after years have passed,
I’ve haven’t begun unpacking.
I’ve just been living with the boxes
in the corner of my mind,
with the flaps unsealed and slackened.
And years have passed since we have spoken.
But, I won’t take them to the dump.
And while I sure as shit won’t open them,
I won’t give them up.
The way that things are going
I will probably keep the memories of my feelings
boxed in the far, dark corner of mind
for a very long time.
Just to watch the contents slowly whither
and feel the feelings steadily wane
Until I know I can be free of them.