Memories of you, 

of your face, feels like 

I could smile for hours a

nd hours without getting tired. 

You probably would not care 

and would think it ironic 

and insane. I smile 

like an idiot remembering you 

anyway. You would probably 

runaway in fear just as I did. 

For sure, you’ll feel repulsed. 

Well, yes if you knew. But 

thankfully you don’t. 

And you won’t. 

It’s okay.It’s better we stay 

this way. Best for me anyway. 

Remembering is just another 

word. Just another way of life. 

Sometimes I forget I

am not suppose to feel this way 

anymore.It was never okay. 

But the void,

the incompleteness in 

your absence -knowing why 

will linger as the best 

part of my life.