Memories of you come into focus
and go
Like waves breaking on the beach.
And each time they go,
Just as the waves strip away the loose sand,
A piece of it fades away, replaced
With what I imagine
used to be there.
A jigsaw that falls apart with each blink
And I sketch in the gaps.
Because of this
I forget how things used to be
I forget how you made me feel
And I fill the gaps with a sketch
An imitation.
Sand that wasn’t there before.
Soon enough its no longer memory
But fallacy.
And I have forgotten
What you did,
Why I left,
And wonder if it was my fault.