Reminding

Reminding somebody
is caressing him in the distance.
Eyes closed.
Keeping him jailed
in the wrinkled labyrinth of your mind.

Feeding him with orphan pieces of past.

Reminding somebody
is drawing him with chalk on your soul.
Letting his blurry contours
mix with your own ones.
Letting him to be, somehow, a bit of you.

Reminding somebody
without recognizing him
is having digested him completely.
Having turned his HIS into your ME.
Having kept him forever.

And, if he turns up,
(even if he ever turned up)
he would still lack something
that only you will keep, deteriorated.