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.