Haze

Hold me at arm's length
from your dessicated heart.
Ransom your affections,
once sworn, warm and oozing,
now scorched breath, a rebuke's remove.
My sallow silhouette further fades
as you convince yourself that
I am but a willowy mirage 
who fades in, out of sight;
as you will, with all your might
to disengage, so I disappear.

Your desert winds gust so 
I distort, drift like dust, shift shapes 
as dunes ebb and fall.
Sand ghost that I've become, 
I sink, swirl, 
warp and waft out of your world,
as though I never was at all.

You've tired of my song, once sweet,
silver bell harmony to your deeper, rumbling tones.
I have but left a poor, counterfeit husk, 
hollow, shadow whisper that begs recognition,
but finds no echo, no resonance
upon your indifference to ricochet against.

When last we spoke,
dreamt solid dreams 
and fleshed out hopes,
Now swept beneath carpets of regret,
Love beaten out like an old rug,
our former, glory days shaken off;
so all that I ever was to you
is vaporised like smoke;
banished, vanished into 
the ether and haze of your
deliberate forgetting.