I thought
I buried you,
but you still haunt my dreams.
I still seem
to walk on footprints
you’ve left.
But we are not comparable,
much to his parents’ amusement.
We are a fundamental
difference.
Had we met,
I would have mowed you down,
A twig in my path.
Brushed you aside,
Another leaf in the dirt
to step on.
Memory is for those who matter,
And I’ve erased your matter,
so lie in your grave
and forget
you ever
existed.