And without fail, as blankness fills and newest memories have begun fading, I’m left to dream of not one, not two, but THREE damning ex loves from my past.  All three were displaced and erratic, but the intent and hesitance still there.  Small aspects of their darkness still mocked me, guised in new traces of resurgent interest, be short-lived or otherwise.  Passing through interactions with all three simply left me more pained and disparaged, seeing these chance interactions will never be more than fleeing dreams.  Oubliez.