Walls of your memories

Having you in front of me

and never with me

is why I am.

I have not forgotten, though it may seem,

but I hope you have.

 

It would never work,

I walk alone with guilt,

and you with memories.

We would never work,

and yet I see you

and I take a walk down that road

again.

 

I don't love you

because I only know now 

what it means.

We are already gone

and I wouldn't have it another way

because the walls have been made

with thoughts and memories

of you.

 

You have the key

but I changed the locks

Still I wait to hear your footsteps

so I may watch

you try.

 

So I watch.

And you never try hard enough.

Perhaps you don't really care,

or only do

that I do not.

 

I always fix the holes

you leave.

I suppose soon

there will be no chance

of breaking through.

And I will stop wanting you

to try.

 

I would be laid bare

with this affair.

You would have it all.

Willingly.

And I would be lost.

 

When I hear

footsteps.

I can't answer.

The walls have been cemented.

And I don't watch.

And you don't try.

But he does.

 

I don't answer.

I can't.

Because the road to the door

has walls built with your memories

and I see you

and I feel you

enough to make me stop

and walk away.