Memories

I keep remembering things
the most random things trigger a surge of overwhelming nostalgia
even though those people are long gone

I've let go of so much of the past already. its just this one that seems to be hanging on with all its might
maybe its not so much the memories that are clinging; maybe its me

i think I'm afraid of forgetting. thats quite a feat
for me to admit of having such a weakness. but i guess its true
I'm scared of what would happen
as if she never existed?

yet it is these memories that prevent me from living in the present
an endless raging war between two conflicting yearnings

so bear with me this week if i space out or suddenly snap at you
its just my way of coping
I'm sorry