You sighed when I spoke last,
Kissed me coldly, with pity,
And with a caress of my cheeks,
You leave.
But never gone.
You linger on,
A faded memory,
A phantom pain,
To be carried by me, always,
Because I cared a little too much,
And you never really cared enough,
Or maybe it was the other way around,
And this is guilt, not regret,
But what does it matter anymore,
When you’re no longer here to hear it?
Discarded Recollections 