LONGING
We never talked about yesterday's sunsets. We waited for the sunrises only to never remember. That photograph was less than a record of how we felt. It sits in the server, never to see us together. How long has it been? We never talked about last night's dreams. We forgot to remember but remembered we forgot. That dream is less than the longing we once held. It is remembered only when we ourselves are lost. How long has it been? We don't talk about anything anymore. We wait to obliviate the past, obfuscate the future. That time heals is as real as your image in my head. It scars over the mind never to be felt again. How long it has been?