Being a fool is easy.
Creating hurt too.
I made my world empty by being neglecting you.

I reflect back, now.
On what I should have done differently?
And realize I didn't go the distance to make you happy.
I made my world empty by overlooking you.

All pictures of you have been tossed out.
Too many reminders of trouble I brought about.

When you realize that you are a fool?
Then why hold onto things to keep reminding you?

When sad memories will do?