perished

dearest, cherished,
and eventually perished

is what i fear you may become
in my mind, forever done
away with like so many others, just gone.

like the time,
one minute you’re mine,

until suddenly you’re not
and thence i wonder,
was it me who forgot?

or was it you who jumped to the conclusion
this was all a sensual illusion ;
quick to toss it aside?

perhaps it was me who caused the confusion…