"your memories replay like paint splattered on a blank canvas,
like a song that is sung off-key, voice breaking and shuddering
like a blurred photograph, being out of focus but still there
like a dance move that is off-beat, body weak and battered
like a novel that never ends, meaningless words on several pieces of paper.
i try hard to forget them but even when imperfect, these memories of you are so impeccable just as they are heartbreaking."
-k.v.
