it hurts so much, but now I’ll call you a memory.
but like a burnt out flame,
Your eyes, nose, lips
Your touch that used to touch me,
to the ends of your fingertips.
I can still feel you
Why am I a fool, why can’t I forget you.
Were you hurt because of me?
You sit silently.
My selfishness that couldn’t let you go
turned into an obsession that imprisoned you.