Taunting The Memories

Taunting and trivial..
He was there again,
him and I
the conversation
again.

Talking
before sleep hits,
Words,twist inside.

'Disappointed'
'Embarrassed'

'YOU DID NOT'
'YOU DID NOT'
'YOU DID NOT'

No, I did not
But you...
you did.
Over and over
again.
You did.

Voice outside sleep
is strong.

I stand up.
I face him.
I tell him.
Screaming silent words.

Silent now.
Heart racing.
Tears falling.
Hands clenching.

Wishing to be somewhere else
Someone else

Wishing for sleep
and silence
and sense.

He does not hear.
can not hear.
Never hears.
He is not there.

He is here.
Stuck.
Deeply piereced
inside the fragments of thought.

Inside the mess of memories
The mess of me.