Stories

Each day I erase

One more fragment from memory 

Some more moments that meant something 

When you had given them to me

No more today that burning need

For your words or your touch

No more do I wake with your thoughts 

Some dreams never came true as such

Your name sounds stranger

As the days pass by, they freeze on my lips

Almost as if we never really met

Never said goodbye

The rains still bring a familiar pang

Of a loss that I still cannot define

Yet my steps do not trace that path

To a shelter that was never mine

Some day if you do miss me

Do not return any more

Lies and false pretenses 

Lay scattered on this floor

Each day some tiny part of me

Cut again by a broken fragment

That's when I pick the pieces

And smile at how little it truly meant

You will not see it in my eyes

Regrets or resentments held

I do not seek to build bridges anymore

That road has long been travelled

What else are we but experiences

Each a mass of insecurities 

Lessons we learn and teach

We are nothing more than just stories