There’s a sharp pain in memories
That linger, poisonous.
They beg revisit, growing colonies
Of pain with each
Trespassing step taken in a picture
That was once real.
Letting the past seep into thought
And logic is like
Trying to fit words into rhyme.
The feelings are too strong. Too hard.
I lose my thread going over inept pains and ridiculous wanderings of my mind.
I don’t recognize that girl, and neither should you.