Way too simple to be original
Close your eyes; see me?
Didn’t think so; even so,
I’m the silence in the shadows of
a candle, flickering by the bath you
soak in, washing away memories
that can’t be erased.
I’m easily forgettable.
But my phone calls are fucking
traceable.
Racing to your house on an uninvited road
Cops ticketed me for reckless driving
Find me in the needle of a stack
of rocks, breaking all the rules
we wrote, wading in a creek on a maple tree
Unlike him, I don’t fit in.
Awkwardness has me on speed dial.
Save your breath this time around.
I fucking own original.

(© 2022 AC)