Contact
Deleting a contact is
An extremely menial task.
But if it were truly,
Then that would be that.

No more toils;
No more troubles.
No more sorrow;
No more struggles.

I look helplessly
For the silver line.
But even to that
I am now blind.

The number and email
Trouble me not.
It is the beneath
Which blankets my thoughts.

And as it blankets my thoughts
They are thought of a lot.
It's not like the bike
Whose pedals you wrought.

For with the bike that you bought,
Whose demise you then brought,
Never the wisdom
Of the bike's had you sought.

Regret and fear
Fill some stark hearts.
Sometimes enough
To turn those hearts dark.

The memory flood
Needs only a small spark.
At times a whole tree;
At times just its bark.

But what is a contact
If not just a name?
Well I guess also memories
Of guilt and of shame.
  • mateofischerContact
    Deleting a contact is
    An extremely menial task.
    But if it were truly,
    Then that would be that.

    No more toils;
    No more troubles.
    No more sorrow;
    No more struggles.

    I look helplessly
    For the silver line.
    But even to that
    I am now blind.

    The number and email
    Trouble me not.
    It is the beneath
    Which blankets my thoughts.

    And as it blankets my thoughts
    They are thought of a lot.
    It's not like the bike
    Whose pedals you wrought.

    For with the bike that you bought,
    Whose demise you then brought,
    Never the wisdom
    Of the bike's had you sought.

    Regret and fear
    Fill some stark hearts.
    Sometimes enough
    To turn those hearts dark.

    The memory flood
    Needs only a small spark.
    At times a whole tree;
    At times just its bark.

    But what is a contact
    If not just a name?
    Well I guess also memories
    Of guilt and of shame.

  • eschenandreaMagnificent!!
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