Repeat Repeat

He's constantly thinking about her.
I can see his mind spinning, a disco ball,
Mosaic of memories, pictures playing on repeat.
The only thing shining in the hidden spaces of his heart.

He's constantly talking about her.
The way he would walk with me, silent,
And suddenly perk up at a minuscule detail reminding him,
Something equally small about her.
Broken, the silence I thought was companionable
To voice those snapshots of the past.

All the while, I stand there
In bittersweet silence, smiling along
Unsure what else there was to do.
It was sweet, seeing that smile
And the way he would stare, unseeing
The wistful expression, the relaxed posture, warmth
Knowing he'd once, been happy.

It was bitter too, I wasn't blind.
There probably wasn't a trace of me,
Anywhere in the only memories that could warm him
Make him want the past to return.
Seeing his face light up with a reserved joy
I had felt like an intruder
Witnessing something private, too personal, too tender and sentimental
To share with just anyone.
Unintentionally, on his part,
He probably wasn't aware at all
That he was doing the same for me,
Like the past did for him.

Making eternally warm memories of better days.
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Revise. Recollect. Remember. Reform.
Repeat.