Memories
I do not know why I so often attempt to preserve memories
It’s as if I am afraid that in the very next second,
Everything I have will disappear
I desperately try to keep a reminder of every interaction
We have made
So that I will have our conversations and photographs to remember you by
Even if they may not truly represent the relationship we shared
See, I tend to save the… happy memories
So maybe in months or years from now,
I will only ever remember being happy and loved, and loving
I do not want to be alone,
As I’m sure most do not
So I keep these memories to comfort me
Even though I know I will
End up crying
And regretting the whole damn thing
But I will pause, my finger levitating over the very option
That would make the pain go away
And I will remember it will be the option that will erase the happiness,
The me who used to be
And the temptation to erase it all subsides for the time being