Memories
I thought about you this afternoon,
Just as I usually do when my mind wonders into the past.
I think I saw your face
And I might have heard your voice,
But I know for sure I lived your story.
The story that You wrote for My life,
You know it, you've told it many times I'm sure.
It was normal, just like every other time I thought about it.
The only difference this time, was that I jumped from frame to frame,
Without feeling. I played out each scene sometimes more than twice;
trying to find something deeper than an image in which I stared at you- and you stared beyond me.
But there was nothing.
I felt nothing.
Through my mind's eye I saw, I heard, I smelt, I touched and I tasted
but I felt
nothing.
If emotions had once clouded every thought that had culminated into these things that I called Memories
then at that moment Myself, Your story, and Our story sat side by side in the most frightful state of clarity anyone could ever know.
I think the phone rang.
I snapped out of it.
But the questions remained,
“Why?”
“Was it real?”
“Did I even care?”
I don’t have the answers,
And I don’t think I need them.
For now, I'm happy to let my mind wonder back to you
And feel nothing.
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