Maybe it was something I said.
Or maybe something I did.
I can't quite remember and memories are for the dead,

Was it a thought?
One of those false memories really dreams.
And crying.
Again.

Was it guilt by association with these low life friends from foreign places and afraid of the light.
My destroyer.

Whatever it was.
It made you leave and you've gone.
Not I
Ossified in want to be.