:: Dissolution ::

And how are you,
My familiar stranger;
I ask with reckless echo.
Curling my congenial tongue
Around stupid pleasantries.
Like a wayward Merry Go Round,
Round and round we go.

And how do you answer,
My familiar stranger;
'Stranger with each day, isn't it'
You laugh like a random eidolon―
It's still strangely beautiful―
It tickles me to think it was once mine,
Now that our past is a dead circuit.

And why do you care,
My familiar stranger;
There is nothing callous about flying free;
My blood has run its course, it's now in
Slumber, my sandman-sleep.
I embrace the sparks of our severed memory,
You are a gem dislodged from my charity.