Inconsequential
And so it's done
That dream I saved
I cherished and nurtured
Fed the best parts of me
Now dried up and decaying
Crumbling like flaky pastries
The color all gone
Now grey and dusty
Like cobwebs in corners
Of long forgotten rooms
Like dirt on windows
No one has looked through
The feeling I had
All diminished and dead
No longer a heartbeat
Only silence in my head
Like the still late at night
When alone in your bed
Now your nothing more
Than a whisper I heard
A daydream I had
I can't recall
The smell of your shirt
the sound of your voice
Or the warmth of your hand
I can barely recall
The times that we had
Warm spring afternoons
Hardly remind of you
And in the cool evenings
I never long for you
The warmth of your arms
The glint in your eye
The sound of your laughter
Never cross my mind