Perhaps a curse befell me,
upon which I fool myself.
It remains foolish to entertain thoughts as these
as they stray further into nonsense.

This is what it's like.
How it is to become human - and whole.
Is to lose things simply because.
For no reason - no reason at all.

I cannot forget dancing with you.                                                              
I cannot forget the light on your desk.
I cannot forget the impaired moments                                                      
You are still a gift.
Just not a gift of mine.