His memory

He is divided in so many things right now,
Following his thousands of impulses in him.
I feel, I am that body that, as long as he is going further on his
travel.
…I become smaller and smaller
…Now i might be in the shape of a silhouette
…If i were to visualize it.
I would have liked it to be with a silk veil around my face,
with futuristic cloth.
I wish it
…But trying to perceive or know
…It is a lost case
…Perceiving
…It is this obstacle, we will never overcome, when we stand,
Along each other.
..Who on earth knows, what it is in his head now?
…Imagine then the future.
Anyhow I know, that he is in this Time-Train
…Leaving me behind
…It is going further and further
…Far away
…It is a matter of time, maybe?
Until I become visual light,
Mixed with sounds and some sense, maybe?

…Some memory of touch, or smell, or whatever.
Who knows?
Maybe at some moment,
at some point.
It will be played in his head.
…A memory
…Triggered by something,
Some link out there, in the future.
He will be reminded of this and that,
...Just like me now.
…It happens to me too!
…we are made by the same construction and go,
after the same laws of universe.
So i know, we both are touched forever by an encounter
…Harm!
…Love!
…Attraction!
…At some point they vanish but never loose.
….so we happen to go back, time after time,
To it!
As we swim the net of thoughts.
I simply happen to put ink on them,
Addiction of mine.
Sometimes diminishing,
Sometimes putting it another hue
…making it another shape
and form of this emerge.

Reviews

[Twilight]

This is basically about a series of challenging and worrying thoughts, and the many questions asked; are symptomatic of someone vexed with problems.

I am unsure, what or who is referred to as "he" in this poem. Perhaps, he is someone from your past; or memory itself?

This reads in a slightly surreal way in some lines, and I sensed that there are genuine worries and feelings which inspired you to write this.

Do not lose hope, and keep trying every day; to feel more as your best self can be. Remember, "where there is life - there is hope".

[a_methyste]

This is about my ex lover and how time will erase my memory in him. I am not worried, I simply wished I was in his head the longest I could.

[Twilight]

Yes, that makes sense; and I guessed it could be what you had jn mind. I like how you symbolised, how his memories of you may change with the passage of time. And, attempt to perceive in visual terms; when you refer to the silhouette and becoming visual light; for example. Nicely written.

[a_methyste]

Thank you.