To the man who once said “Out of Sight, Out of Mind”
To the man who once said “Out of Sight, Out of Mind”,
Your theory stands as false to me.
My stubborn longing, intact memories are proof.
Look at me sir, and you shall realise how your saying does me wrong.
At those extreme edges of missing, I free a deep breath that ends with a usual cutting throat smile.
I hide much beneath, then I say “nonsense!”
I claim that all my reflection is not worth consideration,
A claim with the lowest credibility held within.
They are far away, yet dearly memorable.
Let’s be clear, shall we?
I assure you I’m not blind at how, lately, the pen I grab, the paper I see, the brain I hold, the heart I carry, all as one master messing and like a hard-headed child refuse to get devoted to else matter.
It involves even me. It is an entire world that I miss. You see!
I stare at anything able to hold my gaze.
While everything passes in my mind, I live each moment there.
Through that broken smile, I come back to the striking reality.
They are not here.
I’m no longer the same; nothing is.
They might not even care as I do, but let’s not dare to explore that option.
Although, to be honest, this exhausting thinking appears to be immature and wrong.
I wonder am I overthinking as I always do?
Is there a lacking piece still to grasp?
Am I cowardly avoiding to face the other half of the picture?
I guess I am.
It made me weak.
That’s the truth, whereas it pleases me to believe that I am reasonable enough not to cling to anyone.
Allowing their absence to be a horrible source of grief can't be right!
Well," out of sight, out of mind" indeed.
However, it is a sain mind about which you must have talked,
A mind of a soul that is living,
Not one as stagnant and lonely as mine.
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