It’s like you’re here but you aren’t,
Your presence makes me have those little chills that trickle down my spine,
But when I turn around you aren’t there.
I feel as if I’m lost.
Does that make sense?
Is it weird that every time I think about you,
You become more and more nonexistent?
What’s happening?
I text and call and everything is fine.
But when I start to think about you I can’t even remember who you are.
The memory fades and shines once again and dims down until the small bright dot turns grey.
Now it’s dark.
Am I alone?
A hand grabs me and pulls me out of the trench.
I look into the light, and see a stranger smiling;
I smile back and thank her.
We walked and talked, and she seemed very friendly.
I can’t help but think that I’ve seen her somewhere before.