someone you lost is thinking about you right now. you'll never meet them again but the time you spent together is still an open window in their head. memories fly by like birds in peripheral. can you feel that little piece of yourself that you left with them still resonating in-between all the empty space you made? you can't even remember their name. not the color of his eyes. not the sound of her voice. did zhe even exist at all? you hear a dull hum at the edge of your headspace. an ethereal hand brushes over yours & leaves again in an instant & the hair on your knuckles sticks up straight. what if all the love you ever gave was just recycled from the people that legitimately loved you? look at me. i don't care if you post this or where you thought you were going when you started writing it but right now it's just us. don't turn away. forgetting doesn't excuse anything. it is only a passing grace
