Friday, September 20, 2013

Fiction Friday #1

“ Do you remember me ? “

Do I remember you ? Do I remember you when I wake up in the middle of the night and grasp into the darkness to find emptiness and the memory of you ?  Do I remember you when I’m still finding the ashes of the dreams we built, the pillars of which you packed together with your suitcase ? Do I remember you, when the pain of your loss keeps me aware of how alive I am ? Do I remember you, when I have failed time and time again to drop the habit of instinctively following a scent, a laugh, only to tap the shoulder of a stranger who asks me the exact answer I can now afford.

“ I’m sorry, no. Have we met before ? “

My heart did not soar the way I expected it to as I watched your face fall. 

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