never more than a draft

well its your birthday today
not that I'm on your list anymore
you're just another moment
in the distance now a voice
in my head telling me nothing
your picture is lost in the scrap
book of the internet its dis-
appeared you don't remember me
you don't think of me you
have another life and I am
just a relic of an old mistake

so are you the Lady in my dreams?
the blonde goddess I pray to?
were we supposed to bring someone
into this world? is it all some
game which I have once again
fucked up?

this will never be more than a draft
of an understanding that you would simply
deny and at the end of my breathing
your loss will be just the tattoo
played over my grave