I remember hearing you telling me you're leaving
Out the door, and away of my memories
I can feel the pain but I can't remember your face
I wonder if I repressed you, or just moved on
I remember you were smoking
I can smell your damn shitty cigarettes in my mind
Just last week you passed me on the street
And you didn't even look at me,
Or wasn't that you…
I try to remember the happy days
The smiles, the kisses, the sex
I try to picture the small moment we had
I try to remember what color you liked
The song we danced to, the nick names
The smell you had coming out of the shower
I can't retrieve you from my shattered memory chip
How I hate you, for not loving me
If I ever loved you, I can't remember why
This frame is a reflection, reflected from a random display window.
The double reflection is a resault of a mirror hanged behind the display window.
Feel free to see this in full view, to get lost in the details and layers of reflection.
I know this piece is more experimental, but I hope you will still like this piece, and most importantly, feel it