Embossed time

I search for ways to stop caring...
Between grass seed and weed, flowers grow
and nettles won’t be pulled without pain.

We are not empty spaces…
we are flourishing in different directions.

Drowning you is hardest in the moonlight.
When your eyes have the ability to meet mine
and you reflect our history.
It’s harder to blacken you out
when your skin is lunar wet.

Our pistols are drawn
but our barrels are empty.
There are sunsets to be walked into
but we would both rather stand kicking at the dust
til our eyes grow red and teary.

You won’t be erased by clear empty nights
so I remove your trinkets from our around my fingers.
Their memory stains my flesh white
their sadness an irremovable indent
embossing time
and lies gone by.

In the daylight you mean nothing to me
But in my silence I make believe.
I didn’t invite your into my castle
So why do you stay?