A Different Loss Altogether

Missing not that feeling- but something amiss still;

In that state of timelessness, and acutely aware of it- Keeping pace, keeping schedule.
Yet, somehow directionless.
Attempting hard to remember the details and more so to invoke the pain, maybe?

Or the laughter.

Compelled to look inherently through the fundamentals of your consciousness – trying task that to remember again those Strings that tie.

Devicing serious, continuous, harrowing, wearisome designs to make the self feel some feeling and conjure some of the old hurt ?

Or some love, maybe?
Trying for the first time to make those dry eyes (and soul?) explode with familiar torrent- trying- to grieve.

Unusually content, but that drive missing.
So Sexual but no regrets.
Not a liar to that one in “....”.

More elegant and wise.

Without the guilt even.

Endeavouring more than ever before to recall

the Details, the Time, the Feeling, the Pain, that which matters or should.
What does it feel like then?

What does it feel like to lose the Memory?

Or can the process be classified so popularly as another customary phase = the Denial.
Like has happened typically before, until hitting again that pinnacle- the extreme you dread to be in.

Maybe this is the real you though, the one losing memory.

Sriya Coomer

August 15, 2008