The Tick and Take

You spend years with someone
only to recall moments.

Strange.

Those too begin to fade.

Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.

A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.

Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented moments and none after them.
You didn't want more. More would've
been a torture on your soul, so
being smart you let go and so must the
heart and then it slowly leaves the mind.

All those years evaporate with time.

Those devilish details become
sketchy at best.