The boy that resides
in the hollow of my mind,

I gave him a name:

Morpheus.

Despite your
utter indifference,

I do hope that you
shall mourn my silence
when I succumb to
a broken heart.

I have built a nest in your heart,
made of down and daisies.

And you, in turn,
erected a temple
in mine.

She fades from your memory,
like weightless dandelion seeds
stolen
by a gust
of jealous wind.

And the next time you see her,
she is just another stranger
swimming
in a rough sea
of unfamiliar faces.