11.19.06
I remember
I remember.
I remembered in the depth of sleep, your tongue upon my skin. I remembered your breath in my ear and you body slipping into mine. I remembered on the verge of dream and waking how I screamed and arched against you, not fully awake, not near enough to oblivion. I remembered it all as though it were real – as though you still loved me – as though it happened yesterday and not a thousand years ago.
A thousand years ago.
And then I woke - on fire with your face in my mind and the idea of you pulsing in my chest. How could my heart play such a trick on me? How could my body be so cruel?
I remember.
I loved you enough to let you kill me – point blank, without question or hesitation. I stood there trusting as you fired to save yourself. I remember the look of relief on your face and the weight with which my body hit the floor.
I hate you, Fucker. Go back to the hell where you were forged and leave me to my new life. You are nothing to me anymore, but a residue. A reflexive spasm in my body like the dying twitch before eternal sleep.
You’re but a memory… from a thousand years ago.
