Disconnect
Waiting so long is making me melt.
A ghastly light is washing this room.
The sounds are like poison.
I must steady myself if I want to remember…
And even as she explains the moments between blackouts…
It is like she is telling me about a stranger.
I guess numbness made me forget.
I think she can see my inflection.
And that I am nodding aimlessly.
Maybe I’ll remember some day…
The room is faltering again…
Thank you for telling me.
Thank you for cherishing me.
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