You ignore me, so the only thing that is left for me to do is to forget that you ever existed. It is easier than it sounds. I go to the forest to walk around, you go to watch me from afar. Carefully stepping through vines and fallen leaves. I find a hidden rock and start plotting. First, that memory of your laughing eyes will be tossed to the sea in a bottle with the intention of it floating ashore. Departing in the the Caribbean and ending up in the Atlantic. And that sigh, trapped in a jar to be let out at the top of Hawk Mountain or the Himalayas. I do not know how far I wish to go yet but this is just a rough plan.