Memory Forensics

I rifle through my past.

 Pictures, videos, polaroids. 

 I hardly recognize myself. 

 Misshapen teeth.

 Glasses too small for my face.

 And a genuine smile that doesn’t like to visit me anymore. 

 I scramble hurriedly through records. 

 Looking for evidence of you. 

 All of you. 

 People that I want in my life now;

 But took for granted then. 

 I’m almost convinced I made you up. 

 Such perfection being a part of my life? The darkness laughs. 

 I look at dates, I look at times. 

 Before you become a figment of my memory (or imagination?)

 Looking for clues that will put me on a path to finding you again, 

 Desperation consumes everything, even though there is no time limit. 

 I’m afraid all evidence of you will vanish from my fingers. 

 Sometimes, I wish time travel were possible. 

 My teeth are fixed. 

 My glasses an appropriate size. 

 And a smile that inflicts pain upon my cheeks. 

 And day by day, you become just a moment in time.