Shouting like a siren in the back of your mind,
In the back of your yesterdays.

I understood well,
My place in your heart,
My place in your dresser drawers,
My place in your bed.
Shivering like the twigs on a cold winter morning, after a long heavy snow,
With wings gliding the surface of dead rose bushes,
A wish I might be granted if you'd give it to me.
Shaking your fist in the air,
You had just forgotten and now you've remembered me again after eight ******* years,
Your eyes still hungry to see my face light up in the passenger seat of your car,
Left alone for eternity by a stranger,
What a waste.
Looking up at the sky forever but I can't remember the phases of the moon,
You could never find me,
Disappeared like a cookie on the counter.

A Thursday is no day to sit inside and cry,
I'm fine.