You came in like a lost memory.
Quietly curious, feeling through the cobwebs.
Those cobwebs of forgotten dreams,
Those dreams that are dead now.
The sad ones, the good ones, the confused ones.
They all came in with you, and as you moved your lips,
I couldn’t listen.
I couldn’t forget about the wall I was building.
So I spoke. I said things I’d never meant to say. Things I won’t regret, but things I didn’t need to share.
I said things to hurt you. Because I knew you were only beginning to feel the pain, and I thought perhaps, if I pushed you along, you wouldn’t feel for me anymore.