Unforgotten

Months have slowly passed since my thoughts passed on to paper,
As the feelings found their way to the box in my mind,
They fought through the jungle of memories buried there,
To find no way out and no solace in the empty corners of my mind.

Often my fingers wanted to seek the pen long forgotten,
And when someone started to notice the pain seeping around the edges,
I'd remember I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself,
It's only the person who taught me that is but a misplaced dream.

Once that thought was brought to the surface surrounding me,
I'd recall that I had no means to write any longer and my thoughts would fade,
So long now have I hidden in the shadows of my own desires,
Yet they were stripped from my heart like meaningless vapor.

Clinging to something daily that is no longer in existence,
Is a meaningless pursuit my heart must learn to stop in it's tracks,
Or the escaping thoughts leaked onto the remembered paper,
Will lose their meaning once more in my mind and the solace I can't find there.