I just found this buried in my computer from a year or so ago. I like it, so I thought I'd share it.
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There she is again.
On the edge of my mind, the tip of my tongue. It seems like thoughts of her are colonizing
my brain, taking over in places they don’t belong. My memory isn’t enough anymore, now they
inhabit my senses, my motor centers, my synapses. She claims entire neural pathways, shoving a
flag deep inside the newest claim to space inside my head. These daydreams are more and more like
epileptic blank outs, where I just drop what I’m doing, or saying, or reading
and stare into an abyss of hair and skin and hands and smile. But no one is there. No one is greeting me within this state of
limbo. This emotional memory hell. It’s just me.
Alone. With thoughts. And I come to and say “enough is enough! I’m leaving this place, this stuck in the
sand place. I’m moving on! Forget her.
For.Get.Her. Just file it away,
and get back to your dishes/sentence/graphic novel about Shakespeare. Just DO it.”
This is about when the cat looks at me like I’m crazy, and
though I’m alone, I’m suddenly embarrassed.
Bashful. Self conscious about
this fit of feeling that happens over and over and over for far too long
now. And yet… something about these
thoughts, these memories, is like they’re alive somehow. Like they can sense when I’m starting to win.
And then they haunt my dreams.
Cuz it’s me and you,
and you and me
No matter how you toss
the dice, it’s meant to be
The only one for me is
you, and you is me
So happy togeth-
My hand hits the snooze button.