Trash I Write When I'm Sad II

"Why were you gripping my hand so tightly?"

Sometimes if have a hard time grounding myself

I drift into other universes 

where at any moment

 things that you love 

could be ripped from you

and sometimes I have trouble 

separating these universes, I mean

as both can be cruel

as both are parallel

and sometimes I have trouble

realizing that my physical form isn't in the same universe as my eyes

and I do something physical

like tighten my grip on your hand

digging my nails into it

or hugging you

grasping your clothing ever so tightly 

because I see the forgotten memories trying to lull you in

to share their pain of being forgotten

as my eyes cloud over with my lack of memory

I watch your image reaching out to me

then fade from view

swiped from my grasp

and forgotten

as everything else is

but I wake up again

holding your hand tightly 

your eyes digging into me 

looking for answers

but I simply let go

allow you to sit across from me and ask

"why were you gripping my hand so tightly?"

and I

as I do

simply respond

"what? that was so long ago. how do you expect me to remember something like that?