I wish that I could
encapsulate the remnants
of all our faded memories.
Perhaps, keep them in
a tiny glass bottle
and pop the lid every
once in a while
To breathe you in;
to remember that
the good old days
were not mere fantasies
that I cooked up
inside my muddled brain.
To convince myself
that once upon a time
you existed in this life
and that love was a reality.
