::: Footnote :::

[gnutmeg]

just a little scarecrow
pecking at the shards of life
like they actually mean something
should they?
perhaps when all of history is written down
it might even make a mention
I would love to be your footnote

there are ravens in my mind
their presence suggests
you were never truly here at all
but how can that be
when you've made such a change
in who I am?
even the wisest among us lie

that was never me
though it might be you
close at hand, far from thought
echoing the sound
of this darkly beating heart
now cold and still
caught in the pages of your history