Thursday, April 7, 2022

Love Affair

I remember you,
even when you are,
nothing but a feeling.

I remember you,
even when all there is,
is hints of us.

Somewhere in time,
a feeling o despair, loneliness, nostalghia.
A feeling of a loss
of something,
that was never ours:
to possess, to claim
to forever long for.

In all my memories
of you
is the present that never was
a long for what we never became;

as if we exist somewhere 
and I alone remember 
each moment of it.

Your life moves forward 
and I can’t tell whether or not,
you miss me, think of me,
even once remember my existence.

I long for what you represent:
a family,
companionship,
complicity.

All that never was; 

and isn’t that,
the ripped fabric of a lost affair?

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️