Visceral

 

Remember what I wore when I saw you?

  I was outside of my mind then- 

I separated... 

   Knowing ... I had to.  

Do you remember? 

My head was splitting. 

I knew I had to.

Now, several years later? 

I see that top, one I rarely wear...

And I think of you...

I smell it, and god knows why? 

I think of the black dress, 

  and the bathing suit I wore...

and it doesn't matter...

Accept that I remember the imprint. 

Funny enough, 

  

I was out of body then. 

I had to be. 

As, 

What would it take to confront you?

 (And) when I could not. 

Not the timing. 

Too late, perhaps. 

Not the time. 

Not the place, my Dear.