Erasure

No matter how much I try not to miss you, you keep stepping into my loneliness and my sadness. I struggle to sleep trying to submerge your memories like layers of translucent clouds screening the dying crimson sun. All my senses tell me I am long-forgotten, and yet they stay alert for one cue from you… or one sign of your existence from far far away.
Life mostly is about the impossible things or the long-longed pleasant things that never happen. And yet, I find it so hard to come to terms with that. Each time we met, I have glanced now and then on your face as if to engrave it in my memories. It’s insane… I don’t remember your face but I do feel the warmth of your presence once in a while. And it only makes things worse when I am back to reality. I hope by the next time we meet perhaps I would be able to erase you from my mind and not recognise you anymore.