Remember the time we used to laugh at each other for saying what didn't make sense?
Remember how we mad excuses to go off and run?
Remember how you left me in the dust as you ran?
I stopped to turn back.
Remember?
I stopped to see what we had now left behind.
But you.
You never stopped.
Never for a breath, a kiss, a goodbye.
Remember how I yelled for you?
No?
Me neither.
I never yelled
Never asked you to stop.
Because I wanted you to go away.
Far.
And when you do look back, to see that what you think is always following you.
Has vanished.
Remember when the clock struck 12:00?
Remember when you tried and tried to return but the journey got longer.
Sometimes when you never look back.
You cannot remember when or who.
But you can remember the fear and loss.
Remember?
~Fictional~
YOU ARE READING
Purpose? No? Yes? Read.
PoetryYou would think these stories(I guess that's what you would call them) should have a purpose right? Well not all should.
