I had not noticed the patterns on the floor.
I had not noticed the photos on the wall.
I did not hear the melodies, none at all.
I don't recall the day's events.
No image pops, nothing I can explain.
I can describe with thorough details a vivid story by my mind.
I can trust myself to write it rhymed.
I do remember sitting on a chair.
I did not notice my partner's color of the hair.
I know we looked deep into each other's eyes,
before I caught a glimpse of something new and we depart.
I was wearing small high heels.
I took them off, I did not seek the feels.
So here I am.
I am looking at the walls,
I am staring at the floor.
I try to put it in my head, to lock it in my brain.
I try to paint the image clear,
the chairs around the room, the people, all that I can hear.
But when I sit to write it down, all I do is jump back in and drown.