Memories

Memories they fade for you, for me they are lost; like tears in the rain.

On the edge of my subconscious the smell of familiarity lingers. I search for it; once in hot pursuit, once in methodical steadiness, once in desperation and fear of losing the last vestiges of my sanity; yet it eludes me, drops of mercury slipping through the sieve of a mind that I am sure does not belong to me.

I have no identity thus I cannot claim this body as my own, I have no name thus I cannot claim this heart as my own, I have no memories therefore surely this mind is not my own.

At night, an unfamiliar night where the wind is frosty and nips at my fingertips and the moon hides her face behind rolling darkness, there is a feeling that I have. I am sure this feeling of mine is a memory.

I feel like a shipmate who wakes up to find that only the sky and the endless ocean are his companion.

I feel that there should be an indention in the perfectly starched white pillow next to me.

I feel that there should be a tangle of limbs.

I feel that the nights should always be warm.

I feel that there should be a hand in which my hair is caught and a chest against which my cheeks should be pressed.

I feel that there should be a tight embrace such as which if I were to fall I would not feel it.

But I fall now and my heart wrenches even as my mind realizes I am safely laid on ground.

Memories

raikwoto

Joined December 2007

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