Please, Don’t Think of Me

Don’t think of me, please.
When you think of me,
you pull me into your aura—
I feel it,
drawn by threads of your love.

I come closer,
and yet you do nothing,
not a word,
not even a small embrace.

Please, don’t think of me,
don’t pull me back.
I’m too worn by this endless game;
I’ve crashed,
burned into ash,
dissolving into the cosmos.