Absent

Over the years I became the definition of detached. 
I became the shell of a person that wanted to look as interesting as the amount of numbness she felt for everything around her. 
I spent too many of my days alive while not truly living and I wasted more of my time behind a facade than a picturesque home with no walls. 
So I was never truly present within the moments you now refer to as memories. 
If I was there with you, sadly all you memorized was my absence.