perhaps perhaps perhaps

sometimes, i don't know what to feel too.
or how to feel.
maybe i can't feel anymore.

we are getting distant.

i don't like to think about it.
i don't want to think about it.
it's like how you bury everything that was ever ever important to you.
all the photographs, all the memories, all the memorabilia.
and then as time passes by,
you forget where you buried it,
as dust and debris collect.
But you know, it's out there somewhere in the garden,
and you secretly know the exact spot where you buried it.
You just don't want to be reminded of it.
You never want to remove it.
Although you know deep inside,
you want more,
need more.
But there is no more.

And you force yourself.
Slowly,
to forget about it.
to forget about how it felt,
how it feels.
And you know.

You know.

Until there comes a day,
you will be able to stand on that plot of land
where you buried everything.

And not be able to feel a thing.
Because you've forgotten.

Perhaps.