dementia

past love leaves marks that one wants to forget, but at the same time I don't stop remembering every minute or second by your side. we see each other face to face pretending not to know anything about each other, we pretend to have dementia being together, burying the past memories that we never managed to complete. others doubt, without knowing the whole story behind. it's painful to see you smile without that beautiful grimace on your face being provoked by me. i would love to love you again as i did before, but i don't want to feel again the pain of when i managed to get over you.
you are the train and I am the passenger who just got off