I remember, those days I spent with Her. Though a glance of a memory they might be reduced to, I still remember the hidden smiles.... the looks of longing....as they tried to pull me closer trying to bound me into a sense of famliarity. To make me human.
The disconnection I have always felt She brought out to the forefront. It was some thing She wished to remove and pull me into the worlds She lived in. An attempt at making me more human again I guess...
I do not blame Her...
I do not remember Her this way...
I remember through what She once tried to tell to me out of a sense of finality, that I couldnt grasp just then as I watched Her walk away....
Yet I do try to maybe glance back to try to understand Her....and maybe just try to explain to Her...
To make Her listen...
Humanity doesnt come easy to me....
It doesnt suit me...
Yet....She made me human....She made me what I lacked...
If only I could tell Her once.
