Erased

Sometimes it feels
as though the world
forgets about me.
As if, for a time,
I ceased to be.

Everything I’ve touched.
Everything I’ve done;
erased, unravelled.
My every deed deleted;
it wouldn’t take much.

No-one would remember
no-one would recall
because I’d simply
never existed at all.
No great loss.

Washed up

Tossed aside like flotsam
carried on your breaking wave.

I tumble to the sand,
a single piece of something more
forgotten and broken.

It isn’t like I blame you
you know I never could.
The allure of something new
something shiny,
something whole.

To fix a broken thing
takes time and so much more
it takes a patient ear,
a soothing tongue,
a calm embrace.

I don’t expect that
you will want to face
the blackness in my mind.
The bleak and hollow echoes
that thump within my heart.