thoughts, not memories.
how?
mere moments together, but you still stain
the more I scrub
the deeper it seeps
into my thoughts
a game of tug-of-war
as cinderella works
waiting, for once, eagerly for midnight
when will the clock strike?
when will the magic disappear?
disappear from my thoughts.
a darkness I do not dare to touch with my fingers
always keeping a rag between.
I was barefoot when I met you
no shoe to leave behind
so why do you still trail me?
in my thoughts.
not memories.