The memory of you
I hold it close for fear of losing it
On days where it sits in the deepest corners of my mind
Or like right now
When it consumes the entirety of my thoughts
Blinding me to all else
The memory of you
Often pleasant to remember
Yet not without pain
And perhaps even a little regret
Keeps me up when I want to sleep
But makes me wish I never wake up from my dream
As my senses have faded to the world's allures
And no longer perceive that
Which does not stem from the memory of you