No one will ever read this.
I'm out of sight and out of mind.

But we used to be glued together,
like the horizon to a mountain peak.

Or a rainbow to a fantasy.

Or perhaps,
just paper,
wispy in the wind,
fluttering with inked words
flying toward a greedy muse.

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You will never read this.
You've forgotten me in earnest.

But we used to rule the world together,
a kingdom under the empty, godless sky.
I went to to church negative two times this year-
out of sight and out of mind.

We never needed prayers to believe.

We used to be glued together,
like pages to the spine of a book,
or rain to a love-soaked romance.

Or the idea of magic to a wanna-be wizard.

You always wanted too much.

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I will never read this.
I don't want to regret writing the truth later.

But we used to be the same synapse,
firing one idea after the other,
feeling our neurons explode with the pure,
unbridled emotion of being out of sight and out of mind.

We used to be glued together,
like tragedy to true love,
or knives to the desperate people
who just want to escape for a while.

Or good fortune to those who don't deserve it.

But how would we know what we deserve?

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Out of sight and out of mind
is where I'll be.

Crawling to the ocean,
begging to the sea.

Whispering prayers,
though I don't believe.

You always wanted too much,
but never once
did you want me.

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A/N: This is one of my poems from Allpoetry, where I write as Viking.