“I don’t understand,
Why I don’t understand.”
Came the logic from the emptiness,
A vacancy where he knew something was missing,
But not stolen, because he could not remember what it was.
So are memories real,
Or fleeting images of the past,
Of nothing if not integrated, savored, remembered for what they were,
And become the essence of us.
My reply to the question was “that’s understandable”.
Which only shows facts without reason are not accepted,
And love with reason alone isn’t love.