Where the physical is invisible, and the memory is eternal.

I.

I don't like going back
in time,

allowing my memory

to plug itself into a woman

who's no longer mine.

Bargaining with my heart,

it pounds and slides,

reaching places

where emotions

gloss the eyes.

The past clashes

with the present.

A woman

came to pay me a visit.

With a blown kiss,

I woke up from my slumber,

into the presence

of this woman,

who gradually got closer.

A dense fog

was eventually cleared.

I stood, shocked,

as everything else disappeared.

II.

Face to face,
 there she was-

a transparent heart

and a passionate hug.

Oh love,
 why did you come?

Why have you woken me up?

I let you decide,

and you chose him.

Why didn't you believe me

when I told you,
"I loved you"?

Why do you seek confirmation

when you already know it's true?

You chose him,
and I was okay with this.

Accept my love

from a distance-

where there is no violation,

where the physical

is invisible,

and the memory is eternal.