I’m not a robot,
am a human with a beating heart.
A living being with a brain,
stored with memories.
Had lunch at a place we once loved.
Thought of the first kiss you gave me.
Those memories just started coming back.
Yes it’s slowly flooding in,
but I know I’m getting better.
It did not affect me as it did the last time.
I’m not a robot, even though I wish to be one.