𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖕𝖎𝖉 | Poetry

Play Pretend

And on the streets of memory,
you'll pretend you don't know me.
You'll forget the taste of my name,
and the tingle of my scent.

Perhaps, only for a moment,
but you'll pretend I was never there.

I'll search familiar faces among those
who roam without the weight of knowledge;
the strangers.
Because each known face lurking in the crowd
is merely a stranger to me now.

But it takes more than one to play,
I'll pretend too, today.
I'll forget the nicknames you gave,
and the feel of your voice.
Mayhap, like a story without an end,
I'll scoff and play pretend.

And I'll think of you as the unbeknownst,
when she walks with you,
I'll profess I don't know you two.
I'll dissimulate the memories that pop,
even after all this time.

I'll neglect you,
and perhaps then you'd remember;
to gain her, you lost someone too.

And perhaps then you'd remember;
just like chess,
it takes two to play pretend.

~Sia ❤️