Random Lines A World Away

Your heart is a porthole view

On an Arctic night

I’m left feeling frozen

From merely the sight

I am a memory that was never

No ties exist to sever

I live to be a wishful thought

To once be sought after

How can I be forgotten?

If I never was there

I am an empty stare

I do desire

To be simply a shadow

That falls in the back of your mind

I don’t care, even if you have to search,

To find

I aspire to be yesterday’s news

Dog-eared

Old, worn, and abused

I yearn to be neglected

Abandoned with complete disregard

Like the words on last year’s birthday card

Read once and tossed aside

I long to be a faded reflection

Of anything you ever denied