Memories turn to
distant dreams,
etching a mark
in the place—
where solitude lives,
where the most regrettable,
and embarrassing moments
are locked in.

Reminiscing those memories
only causes—
more strife.

The heart only loves so much,
the conscience can only take so much,
before all else turns sour.

Closing my eyes—
to see you.
Closing my eyes—
to feel you.

I wish I didn't have to close my eyes
to do so.