My vision is blemished with irritation
from endlessly rubbing your image
upon the back of my hands.
my only relief is when your vision
blurs from gushed tears
I would place a banana skin
upon the kitchen floor
just to remember your voice in my mind
"you'll be sorry when you slip and fall, from your carelessness"
Even, now your gone
I would place one in the same place.
hoped maybe I would tumble
just for your ached memory
through the night.
As I am in pain anyway.
in the only way I can describe is,
like an quantum connection
in my abstract mind.
And this is where I am now,
any absurd reminiscing.