just when i think this is finally done
when i’m sure you’ve done your worst
when at last the forgetting is won
you appear to scream yet another verse
what does it take to have you hear it
how sickened and truly, truly gone
all thoughts of friendship or such near it
no interest in your odd, bizarre song
how carefully you track my presence
were i you, i’d call it stalking
there is no interest for you here
no wish to hear your paranoid talking
in your world, i should abandon
all places where presence is shared
you seem to think because of you, for
each of them i should forget i ever cared
you sing a spiteful tune and say
i seek somehow you to control
but who’s the one looking for the reins
in those places we both behold
you have no more power here
you never deserved what you had
begone, be silent, be made mute
for this i would be most glad
contrary to your apparent need
all the ill intent you claim i seek
despite the calumny of you
truth itself can yet speak
forget me as i had forgotten you
until this latest wrongful act
history is past for all of us now
though you continue to try to redact
long ago i set by your name
farewell’s final wreath
still these wrongful things
you’re so eager to bequeath
oh vanity, it seems thy name is… heath