MEMORY OF BLURR

MEMORY OF BLURR.

I hate this.
not being able to remember you.
your face.
makes me so mad.

did you ever exist?

yes you did,
i have photos to prove that.
but my heart isnt
convinced.
it wants the real thing.

well im sorry
im sorry for myself.
i dont deserve this
but in other ways i do.

a mirror
reflecting me,
i saw your face.
it hung there.
like you hung.

i smiled.
not afraid.

you left me again.

come back.