Do you ever stop and think of how little I matter
the way I sometimes think the same of you?
Do you find your heart ever soothing itself,
convinced that I feel no more pain?
Do you believe something that once mattered
cannot cease to exist;
like I don’t have to preserve you-
are you preserving me?
Do I flicker as I would mean to
in your seldom, peripheral thoughts-
do you remember?
To feign forgetting, a grievous shrill note
which will never be resolved,
a wisp of smoke which lingers
far beyond when the fire had gone-
it is no heartbreak but an itching scar,
a bell which peals forever.