Entered

You enter into me

And every memory resurfaces

I’m penetrated

By your voice, your echo, your stare

I’m powerless and impotent

As I pretend not to care

I owe you nothing

But the time it will take to remove you

Your heart, unsure

Your intentions, anything but pure

And I long only to purge you

Like sucking salt from the healing wound

Your ignorance floats like a gift

It’s smell cancels out any bitterness

But still here I am

Suffocating and sinking down

Amongst my rage blurring

You are Not worth my cringing

The memories are mine

And the ability to forget

Is better than fine

ⓒ 2005 Shawn Michael Quinn