you left me collecting memories in Tupperware 
stockpiled in the ice box for delicious remembrance 
yet moonlight doesn't keep well
and the mason jars began to spoil 
I kept bottling nothing 
pretending substance was captured to prove the perfection so forced 
yet decomposition is unforgiving
and it's hard to love someone who is polluted from the inside out 
mold running along veins and fingers 
infecting the fresh with the stench of the forgotten 
the bare bones began showing as the supply ran thin 
spoon feeding good intentions 
and sweet lies as pretend 
yet there was no denying that substance was long over due 
but the memories had rotten and so had most of you