Intriguing -
My writing indicates
I loved you more
Than the emotions I’ve been assigning to memories of you.
(Not us, just you).
I thought
Since I have creative memories,
Reading the written history
Would spotlight the liberties I take.
But I’ve forgotten
So many things we did.
And instead of memories
Created thoughts of several abstract silent settings -
The real events were shockingly moving.
I should start imagining
Memories of today,
So the new batch
Becomes as poignant as those I lost -
Since
I have ‘now’ at the cost of ‘you’
I am sad.
If I missed ‘now’
Would I forget ‘you’
Altogether -