#0040

And exactly what is it
That gives you the right
To invade my thoughts and dreams?
Trust me when I say
You certainly haven't been missed.
Perhaps that seems unkind
But you packed up your cares
And all your emotions were
Swept off the table into a black bag.
Except the necklace
Which I wear as a trophy-
Symbol of survival.
You appear to be a bystander,
No longer involved in
The body of my dream,
But you haven't been expelled either.
I wish no harm upon you
Yet the bubble of the dream form
Could be phagocytosed and burst
Without tears falling.
Please leave.
I no longer recall the last time
I saw you in person,
Oh yes- it was as a mere acquaintance.
Which does not give you the right
To invade my thoughts or dreams.
So- be gone!
All the negative moments of my life
Are inseparably connected with you.
Soon, you won't even have that claim.
Figment of a rapid-sleep.
Disperse in the air
Like tiny fragments
Floating on the breeze
Dissolving into the atmosphere
Until you cannot be seen or heard;
Concentrated no more.