taste sweetness again

Why would a person keep such a things:
Acting a fool, being sentimental,
When I’d forgotten you, gone apathetic.
For so long what happened
Was filed and locked away a “mistake,”
And you disappeared on your way;
Until something reminded me of you,
And your name came out
With a bitter aftertaste.
You aren’t worth that thought
Or the things I found tucked away;
Who knows why, child.
Do you carry every sadness with you;
Every hour your heart was broken;
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with you?*

Open is the plastic bag
For the refuse I needn’t carry
Another step, another fleeting waxed nostalgic.
In you go, and with you the boycott
On every man whose name begins “D.”
Somebody else named them,
And you needn’t stamp them an ass
Just because you turned out to be.
The friendly garbage men will toss
That part of my life into the landfill,
But I stopped caring when you stopped
Returning my calls, and seeing you
Meant not seeing you anymore.
I knew it’d all pass, when I was ready
To taste sweetness again.

*lyrics borrowed from “Halfacre” adapted by one of my favorite bands, Hem