When, if ever, do memories fade?
Are they the smells I once knew, and the touch I once had?
Are they the words you no longer hold dear to you? Are they the feelings I no longer have?
Was it your name that dances so bitterly on my tongue?
Why, after all this time do I still find your memories so difficult to fade from my thoughts
You were a poison in my veins, an infection I could not cure.
And yet your mind runs no less rampant with thoughts of what once was, what was truly something different.
You've erased me, with no problem from your mind, I am no less a glimmer or speck to what was once a symphony
And yet, your image still haunts me, driving me towards a truth I keep looking for.
Maybe if I come to terms with the truth, one day I'll find a reason for why I can't shake the feeling.
But I still count the days for these memories to fade.
