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Shortwave Memories
Shortwave Memories When are you asked to recall a situation? Where we disagreed, your memory, pivot. Toward short-wave frequencies. Followed by an intense static and total recall. Then your response becomes a necessary escape mode. We both agree: a little sweetness tastes bitter: a catch and release, when it Requires your responsibilities. Wake up! Face up, and just give it up. You can’t save her. The moment we agree, your brain shakes The memories are gone. Leaving a blank slate? Why even bother? They say Then you say, “It doesn’t matter.” Because your mind is over the matter. Seems you’re stuck in amnesia or forgetfulness. Open your eyes. So where are we then? In rewinding memories? Our never-ending story? According to your heart, a one-way door! Memories go in, but nothing comes out. Then who’s being gaslighted? Your memories are like a tide that washes away. Our past agreements. Do you remember? Now, icy silence in exhume; covers the room. Focus is attempting to resume. This conversation, at best, often digresses. Because you came with an empty suitcase. And we’re reading from two different books, a history book of facts. And you’re a fiction novel, of rewritten plots To make you the hero, you forgot. I’m right, but you remember saying I was wrong. Words sent over the airwaves with urgency. You tune in for laughter, but turn to static when I mentioned the deal? Your mind becomes a vault where our agreements go to disappear. I’m shouting in high fidelity. You are listening on a broken frequency. Your long memory of my faults, on a short wave for your own.
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