A Void Of Memories
A Void of Memories by Jordan Zachary Ellis
I had a dream once that I could not recall.
Actually, that is inaccurate. I remember two things about this dream:
Pitch black emptiness, and the sound of your voice.
The void was strange.
No temperature to speak of,
I just kind of existed,
But everywhere on my nonexistent body
I felt this strange roughness,
Like I was made of sharkskin
While hugging another shark.
The words I heard were in your voice,
But I don't think it was you.
It was too warm, too welcoming,
It was the audible equivalent
Of receiving a hug from that
Old partner you don't hate
But definitely do not love anymore.
"Just move on." You stated,
Not suggested,
Over and over and over and over.
It was like a homeless man, forced
To acknowledge that his own shortcomings
Were the cause of someone else.
You repeated those heartbreaking three words
Until all I heard was "Just move."
And then, much like yourself, I did.
