Memories

I thought about you this afternoon, Just as I usually do when my mind wonders into the past. I think I saw your face And I might have heard your voice, But I know for sure I lived your story. The story that You wrote for My life, You know it, you've told it many times I'm sure. It was normal, just like every other time I thought about it. The only difference this time, was that I jumped from frame to frame, Without feeling. I played out each scene sometimes more than twice; trying to find something deeper than an image in which I stared at you- and you stared beyond me. But there was nothing. I felt nothing. Through my mind's eye I saw, I heard, I smelt, I touched and I tasted but I felt nothing. If emotions had once clouded every thought that had culminated into these things that I called Memories then at that moment Myself, Your story, and Our story sat side by side in the most frightful state of clarity anyone could ever know. I think the phone rang. I snapped out of it. But the questions remained, “Why?” “Was it real?” “Did I even care?” I don’t have the answers, And I don’t think I need them. For now, I'm happy to let my mind wonder back to you And feel nothing.