Meetings go on.
I’m present but not really there.
My mind is never focused on what is being discussed.
I feign interest, feign knowledge.
My thoughts wander.
Like a ship on the sea, they explore the corners of my heart, the unchartered waters of my soul.
I find truths I once knew, feelings long-since buried and forgotten.
There’s a reason they’ve been left behind, forgotten. They’re no longer useful, no longer bring pleasure. Only pain, heartache. Fleeting reminders of what once was, but can never be again.
Each relic plots a new course, a new destination.
As the ship drives toward a new day, the artifacts fade away, left to rust and become forgotten again. Left to be found when the ship passes by on a new dawn.
For despite the intent to be left forever, they appear when least expected, least desired.
Left to feel the pain on a new day.