Excuse my rudeness in advance, for the next time I see you I will not recognize you as my hero, my soul, my king.
By the time you get back, I will be a stranger. I’ve worked day through the night and every weekend forgetting who I thought you were.
I’ve seen Shaman’s, Karma healers and priests, dealers and thieves to extract you from my memory- to heal the gashes, wounds and horror you left behind.
Forgive me, for the lack of familiarity, the new formality and emptiness in my eyes. And if I walk away it is only because I no longer embrace my past or let con-men embrace me.
You were but a dream I had when I closed my eyes, we would blissfully live our lives together. I took a Polaroid of us and then woke up with no memory just a black and white photo of someone I no longer know…