A lonely mind
Is still at times
But I am neither at a loss for words
Or in a world of hurt.
I am more in a stagnant place,
A place of pace
Where I go back and forth.

You won't find me neither here nor there
But rather where
you least expect.
I'm hiding in that corner of your mind
Where you will find
all of your darkest treasures.

I am a special thing
you lost long ago.
Do you remember?
No one knows...
but does it matter?

Not now.
Not ever.
I am a forgotten endevour.
I am something that you should forget.
I am something you will regret.
Maybe.
I hope.

How desperate do I have to be
To think that you still think of me.
Probably pretty pettily.