Time and Place

There are times and there are places.

Sometimes the two converge and a memory is created

A neuro-cellular

Electro-chemical

Recollection that begs the question

What? Where? When? Who?  How?

And Why? Always...WHY?

My question is consistent.

It is so repetitive that at times

Past,  Present

And future

Converge into a state of continuous Déjà vu.

I knew you.

We were the best of friends.

Inseparable.

The priest…

Skilled like a plastic surgeon performed a miracle by creating Siamese-twins joined at the hip.

We consummated, Procreated, Substantiated,

Then separated…

The scars are still there and will always be a part of me going forward.

I show where the flesh was torn…

It’s a badge of honour.

Everyone thinks the scars are cool...But they don’t know my story.

It’s still a sore spot for me.

There is guilt…

I feel like I gave up too soon.

I feel like I’ve left you behind.

I feel sad when we speak, because there are glimpses of our past.

Memories of the you before the day you fought to live, but lost your life.

Here we are…

In this time and place.

Not of my choosing…

Guilt made me stay… I had to stay…

We meet, hug, touch and talk.

Our words are imbued with emotions that are intimate, yet alien to us now.

New memories are made in this time and place.

And I’m confident that,

Sometime, someplace where the path diverged and disaster was averted we are happy together.

I dream my doppelgänger memories…