The memory of pain

From time to time, I lift my arm up, stretch it entirely, and surprisingly enough, after 5 days, I still feel the pain from the effort I made. I indulge in this pain, I welcome it, I provoke it, from time to time, because it does not let me forget. Because it makes me remember it all.

Like someone pinching their arm, to know if they are dreaming or not, I just have to lift my arm up and the pain I feel will tell me that it was all real. I love it, it is the sweetest pain, because it brings you back to me, in my mind, in my thoughts. Not close enough to feel you, but close enough to keep the memory of us alive.

I don’t want this pain to go away, not until you are close to me and and I can hold you in my arms. Then I will let go of the pain and just rejoice in your embrace. Come see me!