Word Play

Marooned in my mind, ruminating
about my last encounter with you.
Advertising fills the sidebars
of the internet pages
reminding me that you left me
with no forwarding address

and I cry every time
your name appears
because you died right before
my eyes and I could not
stop the blood

words rip me wide open.
Your words that leak
through the pages
of my screen and scream
“you do not matter to me.”