"Souvenir"

Taking your memory as a souvenir back
But your face is fading
Inevitably
Like a dream
Only icy fingertips
And wet grass stains
To recollect
And we're not even home yet
But why should I mind?
I don't
When there's no thought of me
You won't
Trouble with the idea
I think too much
But my soul feels vacant
Unsatisfied
Maybe this is what they meant
But I'm stronger than them
This won't phase me
I never fell
And I never will
Push it, kick it
Shove it all away
Indifference is bliss
I'm convinced
Leave it where I found it
Moving right along
This frustration will float
Into every sense of equity
On the edge of my lips
Good luck