Frictional Non-Fiction
It seemed real at first.
From the pain to the relief,
All reactions must have been from cause.
The sensations were genuine.
Even the parts in blur felt real,
Seem real in their memory.
None could have been fully imagined.
It's not real now, just a memory,
A story told, a creation.
Recollection is real but only the act of recall.
The rest is a new fiction.
You cannot revisit the past.
Rather you can only invent it from premises.
You build upon that which you believe you knew,
Believe you can believe.
It was never like this, never quite this.
No matter, bygones are gone
Even if still held.
Regret is an unattainable quest
Quixotic at the core.
Moving on they say is healthy,
But forgetting is its own fiction
And its own unachievable quest.Discussion about this post
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