he was something of a mystery

like the ending of an unfinished book ,he had an ominous look
he was etched in my mind for days
like a scab on the pigment of my skin
i go back to the place where i tucked the thought of him ,in the corner of my mind .
sometimes i wake it up just to smile
other times i watch as it sleeps in the dark away from my other thought

i leave it to be