It’s a beautiful day to forget you. Yes, a beautiful day. Your voice, an un welcomed guest, pacing my bedroom floor.

I can’t hear you.
I can’t hear you.
I can’t hear you.

I manage to play a symphony of thoughts relating only the sky above me. The wind, chilling; chilling yet satisfying, sweeps its fingers across my face. I can smile without you now.
I can become victim to my own circumstances, but never yours. For what I was to you, was never really anything at all. A grain of sand; a rain drop or two; a passing thought.

A blasphemes word.

I cant take my heart back, so you can keep it. Maybe someday you will put it to good use. But before you dispose of it, please open it.

It’s a beautiful day to forget you. Yes, a beautiful day.