#loveandmemory
They say out of sight, out of mind.
A cruel little proverb, elegant in theory and utterly useless in practice.
Because you vanished from my horizon, yet somehow found your way into the bloodstream of my thoughts.
I have loved after you. Laughed after you. Built entire tomorrows after you.
And still,
some reckless corner of my mind keeps lighting candles for a ghost that no longer lives here.
It’s almost comical.
How does a person leave and yet remain?
How does a chapter end while its echoes keep rewriting themselves in the margins?
You are no longer the story, yet your shadow still wanders through the paragraphs.
Perhaps this is my punishment for loving too deeply:
to be haunted not by your presence,
but by your persistence.
And sometimes I laugh at myself.
Imagine being in a perfectly good relationship while my mind occasionally takes an unauthorized detour through ancient history.
At this point, forgetting you feels less like healing and more like trying to evict a legend.
Will I ever get past you?
Or will you remain what all great tragedies become in the end:
a beautiful inconvenience,
a relic of a war long finished,
a star long dead,
still sending its light across my sky?
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:42 AM UTC
In your pretty smile—
I meet yellow shivers;
footprints pressed in my words,
the lesson on how to speak
resting on the tongue’s first steps.
Darling…
my perfect sentence.
Our sloppy kisses
leave tears naked & sticky
on the edge of the world.
Trying to forget you
from the top of my head
is above dementia.
Snuggling close on the sofa;
saying little,
speaking volumes.
Magazines sprawled across your skin—
you have too many issues to press.
And me?
I'm just your newspaper headline;
giving my forehead extra head lines
thinking up another story and an excuse.
Because a lonely one
always dreams of two—
especially after hearing,
“I love you too.”
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC