you, revisited.
I don't know why, but tonight a box appeared in front of me. It's old, with a thick layer of dust settled over it.
I can put it back to where it should be, back to the corner of the top shelf of my mind, along with the cobwebs. For the most part I'm telling myself I should. That's the rational part of me talking. But I find my fingers reaching out, a mind of their own, and lifting the box. Clouds rising as I brush off the dust, I close my eyes to avoid the particles.
You were in a suit the first time I met you. I never really thought about it at the time, but when I find my thoughts trailing off, it seems to lead back to that day.
I can put it back to where it should be, back to the corner of the top shelf of my mind, along with the cobwebs. For the most part I'm telling myself I should. That's the rational part of me talking. But I find my fingers reaching out, a mind of their own, and lifting the box. Clouds rising as I brush off the dust, I close my eyes to avoid the particles.
You were in a suit the first time I met you. I never really thought about it at the time, but when I find my thoughts trailing off, it seems to lead back to that day.