I’m putting to rest the possibilities
The half truths and lies I told myself
I’m letting them age and grow yellow
Like unread newspapers
Ink faded and photographs all but gone.
I’m burning the letters you never sent
Not because you didn’t write them
But because you never even tried
To write the words you were so afraid of.
I’m clearing my mind of recollections
Mixed and twisted reflections
Broken down misinterpretations
Of what I meant to you.
I’m putting it all in past tense
Passed tension no longer welcome
In a life that no longer includes
A possibility of more than fleeting
Fleeing moments kept in seclusion.
I’m sorry
But I can’t keep thinking of you
With your half hearted glances
Full hearted dances
And mischief ever in your eyes.
You were my great enigma
Even as your poured your sorrows
Into my open arms
But, I can no longer hold you
My heart is too full
And my memories too tainted
With your smile.
Moonlit Poetry 