Your memory chased me, a ravenous dog
pursuing a starvation-induced mania.
I would run and your shadow
caught me. A fly stuck,
in the web of its own making. Although
you, the spider, have long departed,
that bite, the venom you
poured into me,
my eager mouth, lapped it up. My
eyes blinded by your silken veil.
Your veil, far gone, no longer
stands like a wall of fog,
scathing my view. Haunt me no longer, you
are not welcome in the halls of my heart.
Your javelin, no more, will stay
lodged in my soul... I miss you.
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