Do you remember?
It is a feeling that is two-dimensional.

It's the feeling of an empty room.
an unwashed floor.
a headache.
a moment that is almost quiet.
but not quiet enough.

malleable maybe.
yet caught up in ashes
on a busy street corner and hiding from loved ones.

i've stopped thinking for the night.
the seventeenth of may has almost passed.


yet in retrospect...