My memories of you exist
in the same way as when
you wake up unexpectedly
and think a spider is
crawling across your skin-
heart beating faster
tensing for imminent danger
but when you realize there is
nothing there that can
hurt you anymore
you slowly allow yourself
to let go and fall back asleep.
You are no longer the spider
on my arm or the shadows on
the wall.
You are the briefest recollection
of an unpleasant dream
passing in the night.

 

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