I try to forget the last time we spoke.
The volume of our conversation shook the walls,
that would soon concave on the home we had built for ourselves.
We said things we promised we never would.
We had become the people we desperately tried to not to be.
I looked into your near-black eyes,
and saw an empty reflection,
that looked a lot like me.

Despite my best efforts
I can’t help but remember us as a mosaic of all of my favourite things.
The moment that should have erased the good I saw in you,
became fleeting in the entirety of who we were.
The question of whether I still loved you continued to resurface,
by fault of my own mind.

For the conversations of our future flooded my body.
The security I once felt,
seemed distant and painful.
Yet, I refused to believe that your promises would echo.

I went back to the place we first met,
in hopes that the memories we shared,
the ones I played back,
had not become the white noise,
of the life you rebuilt.

July, 2022
Serena Serni