Cannot recall faces of past relationships; I do not remember where we went or what we did.
I cannot hear the sound of their laughter; would not recognize the lull of their voices.
Touching past today would be foreign to me; The offer of love recanted and tried anew would oppose my skin as oil repels water.
I no longer harbor memories of ships crashing in the night; Screams of drowning sentiment have quieted.
I have been afflicted with amnesia.
Anterior souvenirs have drained from my memoirs.
Pages in the journal of those who came before have erased.
I no longer yearn for that which is intangible.
Nor touching shadows of the elite.
I no longer desire in my sleep.
Nocturn falls upon shoulders with restless ease.
No memories of woes; Nor tears; Nor nightmares.
I am no longer aware.
I am with you.