Memories...
Memories I've never had.
Memories never heard.
Memories lovers with my head.
Sitting on these stairs,
contemplating if I should say more or less.
If I should rejoice or curse.
But then once more, why mourn?
Why torn?
By a fairytale non-existent.
Existing due to my yearning...
Longing for something worth to mourn.
Whenever day shakes hands with dawn
for breaking it to me that you're actually gone.
Memories...
Memories I've never disclosed.
Memories never caressed.
Memories unfortunately abandoned.
