it's pathetic how i choose
to
dwell in your traces
and feel familiar and quaint
like a scene you can't forget
for the feeling it brings
how do you explain
the untiring playback
uncontrolled cos unwanted
yet cannot be denied
i wonder why behind of every
explanable there is always
something that points back
to the precise moment
when i felt you
trespassed my being
and vandalised it with your name.
letters carved and pictures drawn
in a dark cave
i wonder why you left
and took the torch
and matches then...
