After All We've Had

The past is a powerful thing. It can remind us of the things that once made us happy, that once made us who we were. It can show us all the things we thought were so complicated at the time but truly were so simple, so easy. And my past, I could never part with it, no matter how many times I try to trick myself into believing it would be better for me if I had. If having the slate cleaned was a better option than acknowledging all the mistakes I've made in my life, all the pain that I've caused. But the past...the past is where she lives. A blurred image that always creeps in when I least expect it, an image that haunts my dreams, a voice that fills my memories like the soft chords of a distant melody. There is where she lives, there is where she haunts, and there is the only place I'll ever get to see her because now she's gone and without her I have nothing.
Without her...
I am nothing.