Sitting in a room with four white walls screaming at me. Begging me to remember them. I recognize the voice, but the face is too distorted.

He holds a place in my mind like the first love that you never recover from. The one you never forget. The secret affair you keep in your heart. The person you think about late at night when the sun is setting. When that one song comes on you can't help but smile a sad smile. You see their faces in large crowds. Their memories are a haunting ghost. A poltergeist in the mind, a spirit you never want to exorcise.