~ some things are best left unsaid ~
The nostalgia hits while I go down those memory lanes, your voice bounces off the edgy corners of the drunken state of my mind and I try to shake it off;
appearing least bothered by your absence in my life but the constant presence of you in my brain haunts me,
slowly creeping in, overshadowing like an eclipse to which there seems no dawn ~
My falsified hopes give in to the hurt pride I still feel and that dusted, rusty ego I so held on to sweeps away...
a lightning bolt, as I cover my eyes from those blinding memories of you ---
~ some things are best left unsaid ~