Impossible Oblivion

It was a perfect day, the perfect day, My love, my anger, my frustration, all revealed.

The sight of her? Memories. Torture. Sweat, faster, beat, anxiety.

Disgust? Is that is? Is that her? How would she respond?

I could only hope for silence

Only I needed to talk

Has enough time passed for you?

Can we be friends now?

I killed him you know

I put him in the closet

Put a plastic bag over his head

Suffocated him

I killed him you know

Have you changed?

Are you still the same stupid hormonal creature?

Do you still have the same beliefs and suppositions?

Has enough time passed for you?

Can we be friends now?

I killed him you know

He was a coward

Told him he was useless

I had no choice

I killed him you know

Have you changed?

Will my acts of kindness be takes as insults?

Or do you now see it’s only friendship?

What would she say?

Not a single sign understanding

The intentions

“Whatever”

That was her response

My actions taken as insult

My logic as obsession

My trust as betrayal

Obviously not enough time has passed

She is the same always to remain the unchanged

Conclusions leading to what and why I would do

Not seeing, only believing

And listening to what she holds dear

I killed him

Cut him to pieces

Only for memories to remain

Whatever?

Only to forget, and time to pass, wounds to heal, minds to regain, love to restart, intelligence to begin, world to continue, her to amend, and I to reminisce