I sit here by myself,
watching as days go by,
with my own arms holding me together.
My heart closed up by tape, glue, and ice.
Wounds won't heal with time.
Memories being replayed,
through those cameras
called eyes.
Nothing good and painless
comes from re-watching all those days.
I watched as my photos burn.
I watched as our memory vanish.
The painful truth is,
that someday,
somewhere,
we'll die
and be forgotten.
