Echoes of our memories, words that you carved into me, every mark you left in everything around me.
It still pierces me, whenever the past comes to meet me again.
I can't say that I miss you, because the pain hurts enough.
But, I can't say that I don't miss our memories.
It would be embarrassing to lie about an obvious truth.
May that new sun, enlighten you in the way that I couldn't.
