On the days I am choked with your memory,
When the good times returned to me so fleetingly,
I allow myself to feel your presence around me again.
I breathe in the memory before exhaling it possibly the fastest I can.
Thinking of you is like a slippery slope.
I have wiled our days away in my memory.
So, let's just make you a memory, my dearest.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
On the days I am choked with your memory,
When the good times returned to me so fleetingly,
I allow myself to feel your presence around me again.
I breathe in the memory before exhaling it possibly the fastest I can.
Thinking of you is like a slippery slope.
I have wiled our days away in my memory.
So, let's just make you a memory, my dearest.
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