Bygone

 
I’d like to shake you free,
like dust off my sandals,
an old remnant of my past --
but you’re like gum in my hair,
so sticky in my soul.

I’ve relinquished those old dreams,
don’t even need your attention;
still you linger in my thoughts,
a melody I can’t un-hear,
making unexpected visits.

I’ll never quite discard you;
something in my heart says
I must stay a little connected,
let you know I’m still around,
just in case you’re not ok.