Perfect Imperfections

Impressions float by unmeasured. I try to push away memory. A memory perfect in shape that fits snugly into a tight heart. I try not to miss you. Across a sea, across the miles I hope memory shall die. I sense my defeat... as memory wins over... At a similar whirr of a shiny machine... And in the confused mystery of lights that flicker away... A dream that I push away coz you are not part of it... A perfect memory of imperfections.