Was it you?

I don't have time to make an excuse, rewind, take back any of these thoughts in my head…. To rearrange all the parts that are the past, once lived almost forgotten but somehow still burned into my faded memories . . .. They come to me in nights with my dreams, so they seem like reality till I wake – was it you inside of my head again last night – looking into my eyes to see you – to see you once again for who you were, are… now it seems you never were to me - in lies as in lines that come and go from our bed, drifting into the vast memories…. People, places, things . . .words and bodies all the same.