Inconsequential 





Mercy had killed the pretentious sky
That day I found you alone in my room
Spinning worlds from the rejected
Insignificance of my scattered life

You had assumed that I was no longer
Capable to understand or even feel
The divine beauty that could be found
Gracing its hesitant marks along my
Memories of our faded wisteria
And had most likely forgotten
The secrets of the nostalgic pines

Even though these were my favored reveries
I could easily turn into pleasant awakenings
That would forever remain devoted in crossing
The greener hills in order to touch somewhere
Within the very heart that your eyes had quickly
Grown accustomed to treat with harsh indifference 
By simply deciding to evade the look from the one
 Who they denied they now feared to see

And it was in that moment of choice my love 
As you suddenly realized how I was nothing
More than a dying breath, with even less 
When I remembered how easily comfortable
I could become silently screaming out the rest
Of my inconsequential life as your slipping echo