Truths of Old

There's this theme that's been running through my head for quite a while now.

It started towards the end of my last relationship.

The ex used to go out partying a fair bit with her "khaki".

I joined in dutifully at first; but somehow as time passed and my mind changed... I stayed home alone more and more, on the pretext of studying - just to play on her klavinova.

And I remembered. Stuff.

So it comes out completely differently, everytime I play it... But this is sort of what it sounds like, me, just reaching (hence the occasional blip, or pause) for that tune in my head - just on the edge of hearing, just on the fringes of sight... just out of my reach.

And it's driving me mad, because I cannot finish it.

I will explain, perhaps later, what I mean by that.

But right now I invite your comments, whoever you may be.

Be honest. If need be, be harsh, or brutal.

When I explain myself, perhaps we shall agree.

*****

It's occurred to me that I shall have to give that theme a name, someday when it's finished.

For a fleeting moment, I was considering name it M******, out of regret for truth, unspoken, miunderstood and disregarded.

Then for a moment more I thought of naming it K****. Just... because of who She was.
But then I realised that would be too direct, too insignificant. And I toyed with the idea of calling it "Paddington".

I think though I shall simply call it "Re-minisce".