In the Cage

I could hold your head
In my hands,
Pray for you to remember me
More fondly
Than I do you.
And everywhere I turn
I see muddy shades
Of blue,
Cold as hell itself
And jagged,
Pained,
Straining to break
My grasp.
I remember...
I remember your heart
As a twisted reflection,
A mocking rainstorm,
A caged and frightened
Animal.
Have you already forgotten
My face?
I suspect you very well
May have.
And there's just as much of me
That's grateful for that
As there is
That hates you
More than any word can describe.
I tried to teach you
A thing or two about what it means
To be a
Living
Feeling
Human fucking being.
All of which you dismissed
As juvenile,
Impractical,
Unnecessarily
Emotional.
And if two A.M. is the
Loneliest hour
What of one?
Or three?
Or every hour until
The wretched sun
Makes its daily debut?
Because I'm far too
Aware
Of them all
As they swirl
And melt
Into one repetitive eternity
After another.
Our muscles relax
After death;
I know,
I've seen the insects
On your windowsill.
Do you miss me yet?
Do you pray for me still?
Ah, but how could I forget
The certainty that you've
Lost my memory
To your narcissism?