I want to cry,
But all I do is gasp,
As if my drowning is inevitable.
I want to scream,
But all I make is muffled silence –
the echo of the wind.
My mouth hangs wide open and soundless.
My laughter comes out as guttural groans of anguish.
They say to cherish the memories.
How do I do that when
all they do is haunt me?
Our last conversation constantly plays on repeat,
in my head.
A promised callback;
No goodbyes.
My mind has warped accompanying visuals,
Of the face I did not see.
I am in a loop of despondency.
No.
I do not want to
remember.
Take your memories with you.
And give me my
peace.
