It’s been a while,
And I can no longer picture you.
Images and people,
They’re all new.
Cut and pasted into place,
Covering over the memories of us.
And I can no longer picture you.

Try as I might,
Thinking hard.
Long.
You are nothing more than a blurred face.
Hidden deep in the mists of my broken mind.
God help me, for I think I’m blind.