WIRED

The ones we try to keep the farthest from
somehow end up the closest in our mind.
not in a disturbing dramatic way
but just quietly,
in the background of random moments of daily life.

You're wired in like my tangled earphones.
no matter how many times I try to untangle it,
They are still… there.
tied up in songs,
in memories,
in things I didn’t ask to remember.

You’ll linger in my quiet moments 
like that stain on my wall I tried to paint over.
faded in grey, but still there if I really focus and look.

our old conversations?
they come back in broken pieces.
like a jigsaw puzzle with missing edges.
and I still sit there, trying to make sense of it.

I wish I could just snap it all off,
like popping bubblegum.
quick. clean. done off my mind.
but instead, you show up randomly,
like my daily alarms I forgot to turn off.
unexpected, kind of annoying,
but still weirdly comforting.

You're in old diary pages ..
random motivational chits..
inside jokes I don’t even laugh at anymore
but can’t throw away either.

I just… don’t know how to forget.

Quite surprising for a dementia brain like mine

But 
because you mattered.
you changed things.
you were a phase ..not perfect, but real.
and I’d be lying if I said
I still carry bits and traits of you.

Saying it again

That even with a brain that forgets,
where I kept my charger or what day it is,
somehow, I still recollect the past
not fully .. coz then I would be called Crazy!

but 
just enough to feel it.

just enough to remember you..