Dissonance

At times I enter this state of dissonance,

Where my incidences in my mind,

Don't connect with each other anymore.

There are these cafes I have had coffee at, like a million times,

Facts remain that I have shared these coffees with you,

But I just cannot connect the dots in my mind,

And place you on a chair opposite to me.

There are these city subways I remember travelling in,

Facts remain that I stood next to you,

Holding your arm with one hand for support,

While running my fingers through my hair with the other hand.

But I just cannot approach the right memory,

And remember the routes, the subways, the platforms clearly.

There are these promises that I remember we made to each other,

Facts remain that these promises were meant to be kept.

But I just cannot recall the time,

When suffocation grew so much,

That we thought it would be best to break them.

There are these words that I remember saying,

Facts remain that you heard them too,

But I cannot decide how it was so convenient,

To simply erase them from our memories all together.

Years are passing by and I am failing to reach a harmony.