A Lonely Crossfire

And just like that, an image of you fired at me like a missile,

Do you even miss me a little?

Or are you simply bulletproof? Impermeable,

The bullet of me unable

To pierce through your membrane

Blocking any memory of me from your brain.

Meanwhile you dry-fire plenty,

The chamber of your gun is empty

Because my mind contains all the ammunition of memories

That can ever harm me.

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