Unimprinted Memories

Returning a library book
Writing a thank you card
Driving to work; parking the car
Eating a meal by myself
Walking from one room to the next

They said there might be side-effects, but to list memory loss seems redundant. I mean, the service is explicitly removing memories: time spent with her, time spent thinking about her, moments of pain and ecstasy, anticipating seeing her again, depression over knowing I’d never see her again, replaying conversation, staging virtual conversations that never happened, candle-lit meals, laughing together. All of them and more, cleansed from my head. That was the point, to forget, to move on. Now it’s all just inconsequential, falling leaves covering a path, snow blanketing the world.