I wish I could construct an image of you in my mind,
fabricate a dream from all those tiny scraps of remembrance...
all those tiny details I don't have...

I've lost the contours of your face,
the color of the pen you used to write your words with,
the kind of grin you had...
I think it might have been evil...

For years I looked,
and then I stopped
cause I couldn't recall why I was looking

I remember that I should remember everything about you,
but I can't, so I won't... and I stopped...
... stopped everything

Now I don't look for anyone,
cause I don't see anyone...
... I might have those two reversed

Then it all turned so very dark
inside my head, all black...
... there used to be fantastical colors and shapes
I always dreamt in geometry... shapes of different sizes...
... and you

You disappeared and took everything with you...
... and I didn't even know you all that well
I find it a bit rude of my brain to assume I might as well stop using my head...
... just because a separate individual went away

... I wish I could remember...
more than the wish to remember

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