Your memories have existed with me for years,
Sometimes with laughter, sometimes with tears.
Sometimes with the morning sky, glimmering in blue,
Walking on the misty lanes, in the winter dew.
Sometimes with the carnival, amidst the neon lights,
Among the sleepy days, and the bustling city nights.
Your memories, like a malady, like a persistent pain,
Like a nail-embedded eye, or a bullet in the brain,
Like a corpse dead for days, rotten to the soul,
Like prisoners of Hades, serving in Hell Hole.
Your memories, like Cancer, are taking me apart,
Breaking my body, piercing my Heart,
I wish someday I don't remember you,
And I get to meet you again as if someone new.
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