The deposit box and a ransacked mind.

I was always the one

collecting your thoughts

that you deposited

in my carousel of mind.

Where they rummaged about

and had a party leaving a mess

until you left....

common sense and rationality

were always late on the scene

but regret and sorrow

were there to help clean up.

Sadly, I never did hear from karma

as you went about your merry ways.