I forget. Then, in that magical time

Between dream and day

You return to crush me again.

Am I healed?

For in that tiny moment, you’re not there.

You never were, I don’t think of you.

Does grief still hold all the cards,

Because after that quiet pause, you flood my veins?

Or, do I love you less because I forget?

Would love have faded, paths forked, plans forgotten

With new dreams authored by a solo heart?

I remember, not in words, but in hazy pictures, quiet sounds

And daydream of the time when that tiny moment weighs more than you.