Written in: Stockholm Date: January, 2009
Photo Credit: Iwona Roman
Is my life a mirror to yours?
I keep thinking of you.
Imagining you are thinking of me.
Am I a fool?
Everyone keeps telling me,
'move on' and 'forget'.
But I keep holding on.
Trusting my instinct
that you are with me
Am I believing illusions?
Are my memories displaced?
Or am I following
the essence of the love,
once so familiar and warm.
Are you there,
also thinking like me?
Everyday filled with memories
of our confused hearts,
erected
on a pedestal.
Krishnamurti says that
missing someone is not love.
I believe him.
Missing you is an illusion, an image.
A blind alley.
A waste of time.
Perhaps,
all of the memories we made
are not worth remembering.
Perhaps,
all my hopes are not worth having.
After all, you are not here.
You are not even trying.
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