We drown in sadness for what is lost,
Battling with the urge to head back to what has left us bruised, scarred, incapable of loving without endangering a soul, and as each soul dies,
Memories continue to haunt us, reminding us of our innocence and all the dances we shared in our intoxication as we failed to hold hands sober, we failed to share stares,
Something we wish to brush off our memories as our love stories could have gone better,
However, one of us is not alive anymore ,
Therefore, the memories remain,
Unfiltered, yet they remain,
Stealing away our kindness as we snap to the sight of emptiness, loneliness reminding us of a death yet to come,
Involuntarily filling our heads, along with our hearts, with memories that could be the end of us, as we are not necessarily fond of the memories we have been left with.
It could be a thing or two, however, we have grown to know better,
Therefore, the memories are what keep us sane.
