I try to picture your face to the point that I’m straining

But it’s a blur shot through with skin tone fractals

My mind’s eye is stuck on other things

That were in the peripheral

 

Victims from car crashes

often mention that

they only remember

the red digits on the dashboard

 

The brain trying

to create a selective memory

so that what’s left

isn’t too traumatic

 

I know it’s trying to spare me

from holding your pain too long

but sometimes

it would be nice to see your face

 

even if it hurts.