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Why then?

Years after we became strangers 

I am riddled with thoughts 

Of a melded past

Of the reams of memories 

So unsatisfying 

Of those lost moments 

Just out of grasp

Tell me, 

Why must life be irreversible? 

Why must we always move forward?

And why then can’t we ever forget?


For the first time I understand

That which keeps awake

The insomniac


A punishing mind that

Denies respite to eyes that 

Continue to see beyond closure


An endless ream of memories

Tainted with guilt and humiliation;

Voices that are audible  across the years


As I wait these nights for sweet sleep

I feel the pain of the sleepless

The anxiety of the zombies



You were never here to bathe in my lust

You were never here to see me shed my fears

You were never here to hear me sing

You were never here to tell me I should move on


We were always swallowed by a distance

Always away even in the same room…

Alone in the past

It’s like going back in time

To the places you’ve been before

But this time they are bereft of people

Empty of action

Silent in words

And there I see the ghosts of our past

Walking down the cobbled alleys

I see them smiling, fighting, eating, drinking

Just walking….walking

It’s a yellow town

And a white lie

It’s a rocky coast

And a sea with salt from my eyes

It was the shortest of lives

And the deepest of all



To this place I will return

Without choice or effort

It’s here that I saw beyond myself

And fell into the abyss that you seem now


I might have clambered up the slippery walls

Into what the world believes is real. Practical.


My soul wanders the yellow town

Alone in the past.


I miss you like the rain that stopped

The minute I woke up

I wish you were here like the chocolate

That I craved for and couldn’t find

I wish we had never split

Like the necklace of pearls come unstrung

We should have never met

Like eyes of strangers walking so close

The beauty of good old clutter



My memories are mine.

With or without you.

I will fight your claim over them

As much as I will fight any other

Who presumes a claim over

My memories of you.