A Poetic Journey Of Memory and Emotion #2

I should have known better than to think that you would remember the same things I do. There’s always one who remembers anyone who gets remembered. You have the fortune to be the latter. I’m so jealous of you.

Did you know that it’s not just us and other people have these stories too?

Us. Can you imagine a more ridiculous word. I don’t think I’ve ever referred to you and I together. Us is a waste. A dream of a fantasy without end.

Obsession is a salve. The kind that slows the healing process.