chaka chaka

it’s been almost 2 years, but sometimes it’s as if i never managed to get past the third step.

i’ve already brushed off the many instances of denial.

i’m grateful that i still remember. while other ‘important’ memories have been relegated into overly-simplistic bite-sized pieces, you still live in my head.

and sometimes, i like to imagine, by my side.

is this not part of the process?
i feel guilty being happy.
guilty that there are single passing moments when you do not cross my mind.
as the periods of your silence stretch longer and longer as time passes.

i heard your voice again yesterday as i listened to our song. it’s comforting to pretend that, when i least expect it, our paths may accidentally cross again.