Love and

I look at your picture. I wonder if I remember enough. Did those hands really hold mine for a time? It seemed so brief and yet so indefinite; like seconds in slow motion. I look again, more closely. Did those lips really touch mine? Were you able to command so much from me at one point in time? How can I forget? How can you seem like such the stranger that you are now? I see different faces with you. And yet, somehow, you belong there. Without me.

*To the good times in the past. Let's forget the bad.