Driving down the road, looking at the white lines on the asphalt,
I come across the spot where we once stopped to smoke and exchange stories that changed our lives.
I drive along the river where the sun changes the water from blue to a shimmering orange.
I remember how your brown eyes shimmered the same way.
I remember the corner of your mouth that twitches before you smile.
But your face is hazy and it makes me question my own sanity.
Is your face fading or was it never there?
Driving down the road, looking at the withered white lines on the dilapidated asphalt,
I come across the spot where we once stopped to smoke and exchange stories that changed our lives, only now there exists a house on that spot where a father teaches his son to ride a bike.
I drive along the river with the intention to soak up its serenity, only to find that it was filled and now huge bushy trees stand in its place.
I turn to share my dismay, only to see that you are not there, neither here, nor at that spot.
That is when I realised, I made you up!
Desperate to hang on to whatever is left of my sanity, I look for some assurance and validation
And that is when my cat said
“Don’t worry Alice, WE ARE ALL MAD HERE”