Somewhere at the back of my mind

To be honest 
I don’t miss you
life goes on
the calendar rolls 
it must’ve been good
but we lost it somehow
now 
somewhere at the back of my mind 
you’re there
like a treasure
stashed away
safe
behind all the usual drama 
of day to day life
though sometimes 
in the dead chaos of a manic day
you’ll demand attention
then, 
I cannot function
I’ll need to stop what I’m doing
and allow you to take precedence
let you think for me
usually that means
think of me
which I do
obediently
for as long as you want me to 
like the reverence you give
to a past you’ve left behind
somewhere at the back of your mind.


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