souvenir
(5.5.21)

you're nothing more than a deceitful afterthought
begging for escape in the depths of my fixation
a pitiful excuse of a stare
caught and mangled, torn apart like an acquaintance
though i suppose in war all is fair

you grin like a villain and i'm on fire
bathing in the absence of my problems
dissecting the incessant maximum of interactions
never daring to simply concede them

i am nothing in those melted pools
any lasting effect of mine are nil
and yet your weighty two words are a simple afterthought
while i waste feasible souvenirs