Time Has Passed.

Time has passed.

 

I look at your face, but what I see is something else.

I see the face of the person I was in love with.

 

I listen to your voice, but what I hear is something else.

I hear the voice of the person I was in love with.

 

I am disoriented, because the person before me is different- starkly, different, from the person I perceive.

 

Who are you?

 

Who are you really?

I am not sure.

I really am not sure.

 

You look like her. You look exactly like her. You bear her name and you appear to exist in what I perceive to be her physical body.

And trust me, I know what her body is like.

 

But who the hell are you?

 

You look like her.

You speak with her voice.

But the words coming out of your mouth give me no choice but to conclude you are somebody else.

 

Do you even remember me?

Do you remember us?

All of the time we spent together? All of the places we went? All of the things we did?

Do you even remember any of that?

 

Do you actually remember, or are you just pretending?

 

Evidently everything that happened, is now nothing to you but a faded memory.

 

I, am now nothing to you but a faded memory.

Nothing.

I am now nothing.

Nothing but a faded memory.

 

I guess this is my plight.

To live the rest of my life constantly enshrouded by the poignant nostalgia and searing frustration of loving someone who no longer exists.

 

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