Memories

At first I thought it was a prank but things got weirder. I kept finding random things in my house, these things were yours, but I could have sworn I gave them to your parents when you died. They were so distraught over the loss of their only son. I was too, but after two years I finally moved on. So why are you back? Everywhere I go I see you and what we used to be, what we could have been. Why are you bringing back these memories? I can‘t keep remembering you like this. The thoughts make it impossible to sleep. And now I’m longing for something that isn’t here. Let go of me! I need to move on. Please, I’m begging you. Please.