Resuscitating Lost Love
You miss someone because you will never see or hear them again. You talk to them anyway. They will listen to you, but won’t reply. You know the face and you won’t forget, but you want to, no you don’t want to. You know the eyes you want to forget, but you don’t want to, and you won’t. Those eyes looking at yours without speaking a word but listening to your feelings. The clock is moving, you’re slowly forgetting, but you’re afraid to forget because you don’t want to separate. You don’t want to live in reality. Reality is harsh, more difficult than to live in a created lie. How come you miss them if they’re always with you wherever you go, all the time. You’re with the person that is totally private to you, the person within you. They aren’t aware of it. And you aren’t completely aware of it either. You’re in love with a part of yourself. If the flesh is what you wanted, if blood is what you loved, you lost it. You lost love. You lost everything. Close your eyes, you see ...