Knock! Knock!

It was like a joke gone wrong or a forgotten ending. “Knock knock! ” said the door. “Who’s there? ” I answered. It was you or rather the memory of you. It just pushed its way in asking how I was getting on now that you were gone. “Fine! ” (I lied) “Fine! ” The memory of you ...smiled. It did everything you used to do set in your favorite chair arms covering your breasts crossed heels covering your sex naked & at the same time not scattered underwear everywhere that I as usual picked up answering from the darkened bedroom in your bedroom voice “I’m in here! ” Shouted from the loo for a new loo roll as if you were a programmed hologram from the deck of the Starship Enterprise. Highly illogical. The memory of you did everything you do except be you for real.