"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."
