by Sine Qua Non
Apparently some things do not seem apparent enough. I do not need your words, that’s what the song kept repeating and I am led to believe that it is true. Your answers have become bland. I am no longer compelled to seek you. What I seek to understand is why you still make me feel so. I think its pointless to even ask if you miss me yourself. You say you do. But again, it’s not apparent. The bite-sized comforts shrink to a size i can no longer feel. Nothing is real.
We’ve lost our sunsets to the gray mornings ruled by thick clouds and light drizzles. In my waking hours you are just a name on a list. I thought I could still hear you laugh in my memories. No longer, what remains are letters typed in succession supposedly making sense in a mailbox hidden somewhere in this screen. There is no need to stay awake. The very reason why it’s become difficult to sleep.
We used to be able to transcend distance and time. Or believed we could. We felt we did. We knew we did. There was something there. How did we lose it again? How could we have thought we never would?
We dared, didn’t we? Shared parts of ourselves we shouldn’t have. Risked it anyway. For fleeting pleasures we had to consciously create an escape plan for. What we have left is a maze we put up ourselves, in the hopes of leading us away from each other. Here, I am making turn after turn after turn. I’ve covered some distance, yes, but I keep leaving traces of myself behind. Which you pick up gladly, although, maybe, not consciously to find your way towards me. But you know where to find me anyway. You know your way.
I think, now, you’re the one who’s actually stuck. You know you have to move away, you make it seem that you are. Then why do you keep looking back?