for a moment, a second;
Turn around and see what you left behind.
The carcass of memories, untouched, unblemished;
Yet comfortably, unfelt.
Did you give it a moment like I asked you to?
Did you understand my fallacies?
Did you understand what those promises meant to me?
How my reality shifted from knowing, understanding and loving;
To cold, untrusting and unruly?
Did you see what you left behind?
How distant it became from what it wanted to be?
How the imprints you’ve left on my soul, will always remain.
It’s been 69,820 minutes since,
But nothing has really changed.
Picture credits: natgeotravel, Instagram
(Note: This piece is incomplete. But as I’ve realized, it’s always going to remain incomplete until my thoughts receive some form of closure with regards to the object of these thoughts. The editing is forever ongoing on this particular post. )