The Cold Light of Day

Photo by jchanders

Usually, in the cold light of day 
Thoughts of you fade away.
Today they stayed.

I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not
I’ve seen it both ways
It’s just something to live with now, like mortality.

I went to the park today.
You know the place.
I closed my eyes for a long time
let the sun warm the skin of my eyelids
and remembered.

That’s the curse: I can’t forget.

I can’t forget being calm and excited at the same time.

I can’t forget the string of dreams tinged with pink and gold.

I can’t forget the promises my younger self to made to this tired heart.

I can’t forget what you did to me. What I did to you. I can’t forget.

I can’t.