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.
- Author: Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 13th, 2024 15:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 45
Comments1
How assumptions color our perceptions and we end up questioning ourselves and others with delusions. Nicely done
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