63. Si no t'hagués conegut

"We'll meet again,

don't know where,

don't know when

But I know we'll meet again

some sunny day 

Keep smiling through,

just like you always do

Till the blue skies drive

the dark clouds far away"

Vera Lynn - We'll meet again

there may be
some
mental suggestion
or subconscious
trickery
involved

but I can not
look at a
short pink wig
without
thinking
of you
anymore

it's like a
visual
object
association
with a feeling inside
or
maybe
a fixation
which
can be
worse

or
relating
a movie scene
I loved
with
an image of you
minding
all the implications

mixed
with your
unforgettable
scar leaving
adorable
presence

so
there
you
have
it

a small
sample
of
the
strange
collective
imaginary
I've created
for you
that coexists
parallel
to my
everyday
routine

you
may think
I'm
screwed

but
I'm
really not

no one
will
understand
this

maybe
not even
you

either way

it's
still
there