The memories, all of them,
I whisper goodbyes to
in labyrinthine self-demolitions
chaining me to my everything
We sat in the snow watching fireworks,
and we felt them, that first new years eve.
I remember how we spoke,
and how the world felt less lonely
We lived in the same apartment for a week,
doing everything to make love to life itself;
and we watched it unfold before us,
how joyous life can be
We argued for the last time that late summer,
about everything through nothing unto nowhere.
We cried, we shouted, we kissed
and we said it couldn't work
These memories are the only thing I cherish,
but I'm losing them anyway,
forgetting more and more,
until I'm back to being a stained blank slate.
