I abandoned thought of you
So long ago
Yet you linger still
In my subconscious.
Ribbons of yellow
From your blue fingertips
Are enjoyed more by the cows
Than I.
Why did you tresspass into my brain,
Rewinding back to our tricks and games?
Why can't you disappear
So I can flee from the leftover fear?
You're a dead fish;
In the trash,
But your stench plauges my home.
