Am I his lover ? No
I’m a memory . One that was born of simple curiosity and died with a simple misunderstanding.
One that he believed was his adventure but knows now its the one he will not survive upon.
A memory that whirled the chaos in him but has sent him now where the calm lies.
A memory that still struggles to be remembered but can see that is soon to be forgotten.
A memory that clings on to him as he struggles to enjoy the new ones.
Yet dear lover , for that memory’s sake do keep it your happy dreams.