14.12.22

How do you forget..

It is pathetic, isn't it... 

that I still write about you.

warped up scribbles on pieces of paper, choruses of words stringed together, phrases that punctuate the air of consciousness. -

that I still ponder about you

that, my thoughts are words, comprised of memories, intertwining scenes,
bringing to life all the have-been, would-have-been, and should-have-been, 

that I still long for you

that, my breath, my thought, my heart,
yearns, breaks,  everyday at the thought of every passing day
without you.

that I still want you.

                                                                        


phrase, rephrase, write, rewrite,

It's surprising-                               - yet not so, when you get a light tap, nudging you gently to the ether of your murky min...