The faces of my ex-s each crack. Fragmented sections become a cloud that follows me.
Pieces of Amy’s cheek bones, the sympathetic curvature of Kelly’s eyebrows and/or Kelsey’s full-mouthed smile.
Pieces come from the cloud to nuzzle their jigsaw edges onto faces of strangers in crowds on my way class, at parties, anywhere I go.
The pieces attach to any face with similar features, at this point, I’m not sure if my mind purposely warps unfamiliar faces
Well regardless of the cause, I am continually reminded of these cloud-borne women.
Surrogate Amy is walking on the sidewalk on the far side of the commons
Doppelganger Kelly is sitting on the couch across the crowded room
I find myself reflectively staring at these familiarly featured female just to feel the layered warmth of reminiscence.