Memories, don't have walls...it floats around, all around my house in my pathways, hanging around the patio, a comfortable existence I've made my peace with but only I can make sense out of it.

It makes sense only in my head, yet when I think of you, I go blank ...it's not panic, it's not pain, it feels like a welcoming rain.

There's no way I can ever clearly convey to someone else what a specific nostalgia means to me, yet you ghosted me with your existence one day. You... actually fell out of the sky, in the middle of nowhere.

You... actually got inside my head. And said, I wish I had someone like you in my life, when you actually had me. Well, I am glad I didn't say that out loud, it would have made leaving so hard.

Although humans can forget things, I'm
glad you are still floating around in the
tresses of my hair, in the glint of my vision, in the way I stride lazily on a sunny afternoon and in the memories we created together. I'll come running in the future to find you,

you'd be glad to see how we actually turn
out to be, you'll be glad to see that we
didn't give up. Because you weren't the sun that rose in my life, but the sun that wakes up my sky again.